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⇱𝐲𝐨𝐮⇲

                         【ｐｈｉｌｏｃａｌｙ】
                     (noun). the love of beauty.

that's what i am. that is why i gravitated towards you, as hard as I tried not to. that is why I could do nothing but watch it all unravel. I could only sit and soak up all of what was happening in my head.  
   breathtaking, your impeccable beauty. the way your hair fell perfectly upon you as if it was being carful to lay each strand of hair on its designated spot, all of which were precisely handpicked. sun shone on your hair, making you look ethereal, the golden hue and the stray sunbeams that would weave their way though your hair like honey streaming down your head.
          your manner of speaking, how every word you spoke would flow from your mouth perfectly. everything you would say would somehow be beautiful; weather it was a small comment about how golden the sun looked, to how bad our society has become. each and every word, some poisonous and even questionable. the way you would go on tangents about your love for the moon and her stars, you intoxicated me with your velvet voice.
   your walk was elegant, likewise bold and confident. your love for warm colors and the way your smile could wash anyone's sorrow away. how the moon complimented your beautiful eyes filled to the brim with emotions i simply could not read.
I could not read you because did not know you. I do not know you 
you are completely foreign to me, you are simultaneously nothing and everything. you are a canvas painted white, concealing all its past art.
you are perfect, whereas I am real.
you are just another fragment of my imagination.