he told me he loves me. it puts a smile onto my face to think that i could achieve something so lovely and unnerving. maybe this is something lovely that Vincent Van Gogh was looking for; something unnerving for me which i never looked for.
i didn't know what to do back then. i knew you were hurt because i didn't say it back, so i decided to remain silent for the rest of the night. i'll tell you this now. love is a delusional word if you try to mean it by heart, it is an idiosyncratic belief. when love goes wrong, it numbs, and most of the time numbness feels like nothing and you don't know that feeling nothing is much worse.
i hope love doesn't always feel this lost for me.
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kalopsia
Poetry[ka-lop-se-a] Greek (n.) the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.
