it gives me chilling goosebumps along with immense pleasure to know he dreamed of me. when he described the little details of the dream he had about me. he says my body twirled around oh so gracefully to the rhythm of our heartbeats as my long brown cascade flows down my shoulders.
but nothing will ever overcome when my heart skips a beat and the butterflies buried deep in the pit of my stomach wake up when he says
he thought of me. my throat runs dry and my mind is at a loss of words with blush creeping up to my cheek. my soul witnesses euphoria at the very moment i hear those words.
the slight difference that creates a huge impact. there's no room anymore for the yearning, hoping, wishing, praying for someone to love you and to think of you. it's about loving someone purposely. it's about falling in love with someone intentionally.
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Poésie[BOOK 1] 𓍼 the " poetry etched on skin " series ❝ reflection of the stars glisten in her eyes as she looks up at the moon residing amongst the clouds ; broken hearts do still love. ❞ crumpled scribbled papers, bloodshot eyes, wine and wet tissues...
