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[schoncil]

We knows, to be loved means to be consumed. To love means to radiate with inexhaustible light. To be loved is to pass away, to love is endure.

For me, North is more myself than I am, whatever our souls are made up of, his and mine are the same. How much we were meant to be each other.

In the future,

If some miracle you ever find yourself in the position to fall in love again.. please fall in love with me. You are still my favorite person, North. Always will be.

Because I love you, North. Deeply.

In the afterglow

of an evening rain

I lay down

in the grass

and think of you.

My body aches

like an after-kiss

breaking in soft fires

and wildflowers.

My Dear North,

it will always be

this tender to you.

North is always been here in my heart before I even knew him. Understand? Right, he’s always been here. Always.

North, you’re a collection of beautiful things and I’m a poet hiding in his room writing about you while alternating in different colored inks because I can't point, but you deserve to be preserved like art; and I can hardly even write, but I only try, so I leave you in lines, on pages, in books, in the hopes that I can make you as permanent as pleces displayed in the Louvre Museum.

I’ll rewrite this whole life time and this time there’ll be so much love. You won’t be able to see beyond it.