Dear Romantically Platonic,
There are different types of love, and it shows. There's something soft, not intimate, about the kindness, the words chosen. For we know of the dark circles, the restless void inside destructive minds- woven together with the knowledge of carrying the weights of all. Being innocent, not naive, to the flickering of souls- not soulmates, but twin flames. The flow of effortless energy that builds off each other.
There's different kinds of love, and I fear no one will understand that... But I know you do.
X. Me
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Dear Mr. Nobody
PoetryMr. Nobody is the feeling when you don't know what you're feeling; that sense of being outside of yourself. These are random letters to it and other Feelings. *MAY BE TRIGGERING*
