I wish I were Heather
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Última publicación jue, abr 16, 2020
Why would you ever kiss me
Im not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater
Its just polyester
But you like her better
I wish I were Heather
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What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'
Bitter Revenge.
My lips are the gun. My smile is the trigger. My kisses are the bullets. Label me a killer. I'm not a player... Hell, I am the game.Concluida
Prohibited Love
- complete - Intersex | professor × student I got everything that I wanted, from wealth, to women, an empire and good life. But, I'm not happy. Why can't I be happy? - Geyl I merely want to live a peaceful existence, but someone entered my life and has caused me to feel things I have never felt before. - RueConcluida
KISMET
........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... :)Concluida
This Is How Our Story Ends
"I know I have loved you but I realized it way too late."Concluida
FROM FRIENDS TO LOVERS (AND BEYOND)
There are moments in life so small, so ordinary, that you barely notice when everything changes. A glance held a little too long. A laugh that feels different in your chest. A touch that lingers. She became my best friend, my constant. Late-night calls, endless adventures, secrets whispered into the dark. It was always easy with her, natural. Safe. But somewhere between laughter and promises, something shifted. I didn't know it at first-not really. I just knew that when she smiled, it felt like the sun had chosen me. That when she cried, it hurt more than my own heartbreaks. That when she was near, the world made a little more sense. This is the story of how we found each other-not as we were, but as we were meant to be. From friends, to lovers, and somewhere even deeper than that. Because sometimes, the greatest love stories start with a simple truth: it was always you.
My Perpetually Sunshine
"You will always be my sunshine even you left me and love another."Concluida
ᴜɴғᴏʀɢᴇᴛᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
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