sincerely

seize

love is implicit

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you are art, you are the sway in the pale green leaves of a willow tree, you are the inexplicable beauty in decaying flower petals, you are the soft pigmented dust in the center of a lily, you are the night sky; full of stars and brightness, yet so dark at the same time.

there's beauty in your darkness, a method to your madness; you think you're unattractive, you think you're meaningless, but the night sky needs stars and a moon to illuminate it and fill it with dim brightness in which we all find passion and beauty.

you are my moon, and you are my stars. what would happen if that all disappeared? everything would go dark. there would be no pale moonlight to dance in, there would be no flickering stars to admire at twilight.

there would be no hope, no beauty on sad, sleepless nights. you deny your beauty and you deny your significance, but really, you have more of both than anyone i've ever met. it hurts me so badly to see you think any different. you're art.

you're beautiful, and i can't describe you with words because everything is visual. there's such sheer complexity to you, as if you were made for a place above this earth. you don't belong in this world; you are ultimate.

you are so eloquent and poetic and you carry yourself with such fragility, yet you're so strong. strength to you is confidence and the ability to love yourself, but in fact, it's not. strength is breaking down, strength is feeling upset and lost, but picking yourself back up and continuing.

you're fearless. you think that fearlessness is courage, but fearlessness is being afraid and doing it anyway. that's you. you're wordlessly beautiful and complex and perfect and you're an entity of another universe; a beautiful being that belongs to a world of grace and majesty - not this shattered, broken world.