The Poet's First

The Poet's First

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Is it possible to fall in love despite of hating the word itself? Did you already fell? How does it feel to be in love? Well, I'm not going to fall in love, never. This is a story of fiction wherein Aviana Celestine Ventanier, a poet, despise love because she thinks that "love is temporary, it will give you temporary happiness, and at the end of the day, you will just end up crying and suffering in pain." that's what she observed and that she ended up believing it but it will turn upside down once she met the God-like man who will capture her tough innocent heart, Hiraeth Apollo Nathaniel Steven. 'Acel, do you love me now?mhm?'- Hans. 'no, n.e.v.e.r.'- Acel. ps:Cover not mine.
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falling in love is like falling in an endless pit, you dared to jump in the name of risking everything, you gave your all, and depend to the love you believed was there, and somehow, it is the time where a cold fragmented ground of isolation started to form beneath the so called endless pit, forming on the sacrifices you gave, the care you offer, the light you shine to the person you love. now the only thing that keeps you floating is him, keeping the gravity away from you, the gravity that held you to the feeling of falling deeper to the feeling of an imaginary float. then one day, you lost him, you lost the only thing that is holding you to place, without the gravity you fear. your back hit the ground, your heart shattered in a million pieces and punctured your lungs that you couldn't breathe, the gravity is too much that you can't move or stand, you stayed there and let it devour you, you became miserable, you let the sadness eat your rotten flesh until youre a forgotten fossils of a skeleton of a sunken city. -Remy Detera

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