01.18.24
He loves me.
He loves me on late-night talks when no one is around until I fill in the empty pages of his boredom.
He loves me on rainy days when no one gives him some shelter until I turn my place to be his home.
He loves me on Christmas Eve when no one greets him a happy holiday until I decorate his loneliness with Christmas lights.
He loves me on his birthday when no one wishes him to have a good life until I light the candle of his pride.
He loves me on 3AM thoughts when no one messages him back until I ruin my sleep to keep him alive.
He loves me on blue mornings when no one cuddles his nightmares until I take all his advances.
Yes, he loves me.
He loves me on random occasions when he barely knows what love is until I make him feel that I love him in all his weaknesses.
—georginariver
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