Atë {BxB} ✔(#Wattys2017)
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Last published Sun, Jun 17, 2018
You know what?
I don't understand love.
I don't know if it's waking up early to prepare breakfast in bed for your lover or if it's oversleeping in their arms and totally missing breakfast, replacing it with a huge lunch on an empty stomach.
I don't know if it's comforting your lover to stop them from crying or to caress their hair ever so softly as they wet your shoulder whilst they cry.
I don't know how to balance out obsessing from loving.
I don't know if I've fallen in love with you
or if I've fallen in love with the wrong idea of love.
Maybe dreaming of falling asleep in your arms is
admiration
adoration
but not love.
You're danger for me
and I'm danger for you.
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