i fell in love everytime the crook of his lips curved, when every i love yous seems right on his lips, when he touched me that i quivered under his breath, lost in the train of thoughts that swallowing me whole, when love for you is like a religion, when i found my God in you, hiding in the existence of you.

“love is love, return to dust” they say.

i wonder what does it mean. i lose you when i left you that night in february, the things we had is gone, all random laughs and silly thoughts, i hate to be writing about you, but i still think of you now and later. I still find pieces of you in everyone i see.

i wish you would go and never to come back, torturing me whole.

i am writing for the past, present and future
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