Sunday, May 21, 2023.
In particular, I have two major difficulties in this verb "to love".
One of them is: loving someone.
And the other is: to stop loving someone.
Since I'm talking about double things... I always imagined that there were only two kind of love.
For me, there was that love you die for and that love you kill for. But at the moment I truly knew who you really are, I discovered there is a third kind of love, that love you live for.
And no, I'm not saying I'd only live for you. What I feel for you is all these three types of love. I die, kill and live for you.(You probably had no idea about it, but you are my best friend).
Most of the time, I feel like I owe you it. Because seeing the way you live gave me back the will to live. Like... there's so much more than we can imagine, there's still a lot to live. You live in a way that I admire a lot! You are the only human being I rely on. The only human being I believe has an entirely pure heart.
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Everything I would tell you, if indeed I could.
PoetryI leave here, everything I wish I could tell you. This is dedicated to Josh Dallas.