There’s a lot I would like to say to you, but I’m afraid I’m not good with words, or with this language foreign to my tongue. My tongue knows not the poetic proverbs one could belt out, or the sounds you make and understand. It barely knows this language, the language of love. My heart hammers on my rib cage and sometimes forgets its function. It’s new at this, please be lenient. It can’t beat steadily when you smile like that, so please don’t. It can’t remember to beat at all when you take my hand, so please warn it before you do. My heart would be really, really happy to see you happy and safe every day. If it is possible, I would like to remain like this, where we are friends and it’s okay to laugh with you. I’ll try not to make you feel upset or uncomfortable. Forgive my heart, it’s new to this.
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