“I’m not telling you about love with a capital L. The one everybody talks about. Everlasting love. The one that has to be a perfect bubble. Straight, round and colourful. I think I’d get bored of that one. It seems to me that a love that deserves to be lived has to be fleeting, twisted, intoxicating, passionate and violent.”
Alfred de Musset once said:
“Pourvu qu’il y ait l’ivresse.”
(As long as there is drunkenness)
With him, I didn’t have to doubt it.
He was everything. My impulse.
My freedom. My weakness.
My envy. My caprice.
Yes, he was all.
But mine.
Disclaimer: This is my own original idea and storyline. Any similar stories are purely coincidental. Please do not steal or copy any of my ideas as I've worked on this really hard.
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Fanfic“I’m not telling you about love with a capital L. The one everybody talks about. Everlasting love. The one that has to be a perfect bubble. Straight, round and colourful. I think I’d get bored of that one. It seems to me that a love that deserves to...
