i have come to understand that not all loves are romantic. i know i love you so much that i'd do anything for you, but i don't have that urge to live with you for the rest of my life. you are someone beyond light and love, and i don't regret loving you at all, even if we were meant to split.
we are not perfect. you are glorious and radiant and beautiful but i am shy and silent and almost dull. but deep inside we're both begging to be free, and it suits me fine. there has never seemed a more unlikely pair than us, but what do people know of our love? nothing. i love you, and i always will.
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Poetryburn my paper soul with the fire of your love | POE 56 | cover cr @softaen