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in english we say: "i love you"

but in poetry we say: our souls were meant to meet in this world, and in the next one. / you are my first thought when i see the moon. / i would chase the sunset for you.

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Actually sleeping with someone is so nice like waking up in the middle of the night and snuggling closer or lazily giving them a kiss or just feeling their arms around you squeeze slightly even though they're in a deep sleep or handholding while you both are asleep.

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"A Letter That Will Never Reach You", Hovhannes Grigoryan (translated by metamorphesque)

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“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.”

— Victor hugo

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“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”

— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

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I wouldn’t mind if you were my whole life, love.

Actually…you can be “just a chapter” to me, again and again. Be multiple chapters for me, until you’re my entire book.

I love you.

not your whole life, just a chapter

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“What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.”

— Karl Lagerfeld

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find me where the wild things are

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Texting is cool but what if we just drive to the beach, watch the sunset and talk about life?

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I need her head on my heart, she needs to hear it beat for her.

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Singing to me in the car as a way to pass the time and make some sound in the silence—something only you would think of. But…I loved it; the way you pressed into me, the way your heart beat in sync with mine. I loved it; the way you mumbled and murmured the words into my neck, breathing in my perfume from earlier on in the night. I loved it; the way it was completely quiet and you’re self conscious of your voice, but you still sang just loud enough for only me to hear.

I’m sorry. But I love you. I was joining you in my head; I knew all the words, and was mouthing them with you. My voice was too shaky to join you. You make me nervous—a collection of wispy shaking and love. You make me something blendable, malleable. Something that can mix with your soul, producing something new—something….us.

I’m glad you sang to me. You don’t know how much it means to me. you probably never will, since it was “nothing major to you”.

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Uncomfortably comfortable

This bed sinks into me, it engulfs me

I’m frozen solid, I can’t move

I have to pee, I’m hungry,

But I can’t gather the energy to move.

The fan hums a far too familiar tune,

The TV drowns out my thoughts.

This room is far too dark, I can’t see.

All I can see is your face stained into my mind.

My senses are dulled and I can’t think of anything but you.

Oh, how I’d wish to tell you everything.

But who would I be?

Down to the done, I am.

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“Our universe grants every soul a twin–a reflection of themselves– the kindred spirit –And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other – even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny ; this is love.”

— Julie Dillon

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Oh how much I want to write poems on your parchment like skin with my lips like pen....

Oh how much I want to hug you in a way where my existence is submerged into yours....

Oh how much I want to protect you from every pain and misery like clouds protecting moon....

Oh how much I want to make you glow being your moonshine for you are the moon to my shine.... ~K.Y 💗

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Marie-Helene Bertino