❝𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?❞
❝𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓.❞
Lies.
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"I love you..." You whispered and leaned close, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It caught him by surprise, but he quickly kissed back. It was supposed to be a sweet...
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▍japan, ua high 𝐎 𝐒 𝐇 𝐔 𝐍 𝐢. 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 54. ✿ ↬
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 where the world seems to love you, and you believe that in that moment, you are receiving the best happiness the world could ever offer you. And just as quickly, within the snap of a finger, that love and happiness the very world once granted you, could be taken back just as easy and much quicker. And you would have nothing to say against it, only having to remember, that it was only for a moment.
Love truly is one of the strongest and most fragilest things in the entire world. Stronger than any horrific creature or golden soldier. Fore one truly in love would use such passion of that love in their heart to fight against even the most hazardous of beasts. But love is more fragile than the most delicate of things such as glass and candles. Fore love can truly break you into many and burn the numerous pieces, turning what was once so beautiful, so awfully ugly. That is only if you allow it, of course.
The saying about love, amongst many, is that you can not choose who your heart falls in love with. And that is certainly true, you can not choose the person that captures your sensitive heart, whether cold or open. But alas, you can choose whether you are willing to continue loving that person or not, however the situation may vary. Additionally, it is your choice to how you love that person, nourishingly or destructively.
And of course, you also have the choice of choosing whether to accept the love someone is willing to wholeheartedly bestow upon you. Or resist out of fear, locking your precious heart in a freezer to be frozen as a safe to protect your very delicate sanity and self-preservation.
Everyone has the fear of falling when it comes to love, even if they hide it with the rest of their hidden memories and feelings. Fearful one won't be there to catch you amoungst the pressure and freedom of the drop. But darlings, what if you fly? What if you soar? How will you ever know if you never try? Why fear the drop when you don't know if you will even fall? Why fall once and fear to never try again? Why lock your heart because of one fail or perhaps more?
Why give up so easily on something you want so desperately?
Everyone wants love. The epic kind. The calm kind. The spicy kind. The comfort kind. The loyal kind. The freedom and peace kind. The happiness and smiles kind. The consuming in the most precious way known to many, even known to the gracious world kind. Right? So why is it that everyone fears the trials that it takes to find it? Why does everyone think it's so easy to have something so surreal?
That so happened to be troubling the young but well matured mind of (y/n) armani ishanvi patterson. She always had trouble when it came to love. Having grown up with a terrible example of it, she was never taught properly until it was too late. "Love was suppose to be your greatest ally," so told by her grandmother. But so far it's been her greatest weakness, and perhaps her greatest bully, emotionally at least.
