She looked up at the night sky and as she counted the stars he counted her freckles as she adored the almost honey colored crescent caught up in a sea of cosmos he let his hands wander through her curls and along her curves
they were in love. but not with each other.
It was perfect. A perfect show of love.
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a show of love
PoetryThis is how I have experienced romantic love. it's a bittersweet telling of events I have lived but I think I might have romanticized the pain that comes from unrequited love too much. It's hard but some of us have to go through it, just know you'r...
