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𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦

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Like the feeling of the warm sun against your skin, The hot but rather comforting air of home

I could listen to him ramble all day and night we'd watch fireflies dance along the wind and hear it whisper in our ears. He is cold and uncomfortable to the skin, and yet when the corners of his lips tug upwards, he could outshine the sun.

He is my sun.

If could feel his cold hands caress my skin, trace every winkle and scar and maybe he could caress my scars within? I believe he could, one look at him and my heart bursts into dozens of colors, euphoria as warm as fire and he calms it down with his hands as cold as ice.

Who knows where he came from or what he's seen, it intrigues me with what he knows

If I could, I would sit there for hours as if I were scanning the books in the library of Babel, completely immersed in it's history drowned in surprise and knowledge and the way he joyfully sings it is music to my ears

Oh if i could see through his eyes, and know what it's like, though despite my Infatuation I sometimes can't help but wonder

Is his optimism fake? Is he playing a facade? Will he betray me and abandon me? Like everyone else would?

Betrayal is inevitable yet I can't help but give in to his bright smile, I feel safe with him despite the thoughts. And I will have to relish this moment until my sun is gone