T e x t #1
Vic,
this is me being painfully honest without any of those ornamental words of mine, without me trying to make my writing beautiful, without me trying to rhyme.
i love you
sent 11:23 pm.
T e x t #2
it's me isn't it. am i too close to see what I'm doing wrong? do you hate me now?
please, please say something.
sent 12:00 am.
T e x t #3
Clement, meet me at the park.
received 1:00 am.
"Clement you deserve so much better than me "
"perfection doesn't mean a thing to me. i love the imperfect you. i don't deserve better, you do and I'm ready to become your 'better'."
sniffles. awkward glances. two beating hearts and a buoy of affections.
"hold me "
x
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Translucère
القصة القصيرةtranclucère [ latin ] | trans-lu-cre | » to shine through » // translucent // not completely clear or transparent but clear enough for light to pass through *happens when incandescent badboy meets hapless poet* poetry/not poetry which has turned in...
