Maybe it wasn't such a big deal to us anymore, maybe it's no longer such a big deal for me as well. You made me feel things more than the pleasure. It was a never ending swirl of uncertainty and ease. I found comfort in you. I found peace and quiet as if the world outside doesn't matter for a couple of hours spent lying down beside you. No matter how many doubts I'd keep on having, I know, I just know I'd come back to you. To your comfort and warmth. Because it breaks my heart to think that someday I have to let this all go. Someday I wont be able to pull you closer and tell you the things I feel. It's weird to me how I always prepare myself for the pain that'll eventually come, it's inevitable because when you love, you also get hurt and I always expect the hurt so it wouldn't be as devastating when it finally comes. I never knew I'd have someone just exactly how I hoped he'd be. But right now I don't really know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe it's both. Maybe it's good and bad at the same time.
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Poetrya compilation of anything; the things that my mind and pen nudges me to put into paper. read if you have time to spare