ᴀʀᴅᴏᴜʀ
/ˈɑːᴅə/
ɴᴏᴜɴ: ᴀʀᴅᴏʀ
ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴏғ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇɴsɪᴛʏ
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"Did you love him?"
"Yes"
"How much?"
"Does it matter?"
"Why does it not?"
"Because it wasn't enough to make him stay."
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"What is the love that you think you deser...
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I need somebody who can love me at my worst No, I'm not perfect, but I hope you see my worth 'Cause it's only you, nobody new, I put you first And for you, girl, I swear I'll do the worst
- At my worst / Pink Sweat$
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"Getting your heart broken isn't the end of the world, you'll fall in love again and again and again before you find the one. Think about it like this honey, you're one heartbreak closer to finding the one."
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
The soft rhythmic breath hitting against my shoulder and the sound of the raindrops hitting against the windowpane made me open my eyes , not at once but slowly, almost like in one of those poems where you delve into something deep and you need to close your eyes for a few minutes and let it flow through your system before opening your eyes to realize that after all, it was just a poem, just a poem with feelings intertwined inside every letter.
I was still too in a sleepy state to realize the hand wrapped around my waist but I was brought out of it once I realized my fingers were intertwined with whoever it was, I looked down to see all my clothes still in place which was shocking because I always had a bad habit of either try to take my clothes off when drunk or, sleep with the guy I am with.
My eyes focused on our hands, and the jade silver ring made me realize who it was but it didn't make me uncomfortable or shocked, to be honest, I did realize in the past few days that I had become so much more comfortable with him than I've ever been with anyone.
Thoughts circled in my head but it was stopped yet again, looking at the intertwined hands laying over my waist, or our entangled legs, my legs over his, his over mine. I don't remember the last time I just cuddled with someone, maybe only during our siblings' movie nights. It wasn't new but it was fresh, It's been a long time since I've felt the warmth from someone, in the most innocent way possible, not the same beast-like wants but warmth like eating your comfort food.
