Prose #3
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We are each other's greatest catastrophes. Our fate were both alined the moment our eyes met, like a glistening star in the nightfall of December. You that I've been wishing since meteors are spotted. You that I pray every full moon and been yearning to hug since I felt the coldness of dawn. It's you that I want and to be with until my last breath.
—𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮
