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si erano ripromessi di andare avanti. si erano urlati che loro due non sarebbero più stati niente, non sarebbero mai tornati ma quando quel giorno si incontrarono per caso in un evento tutto si fermò. per Harry era tutto nuovo, la musica aveva sempre fatto parte di se, questo lo avvicinava a Louis e a quelle dannatissime serate d'agosto. per Louis la musica era routine, un motto di vita. rincontrarsi come cantanti anni dopo lascerà entrambi a bocca aperta, ma con un innata voglia di leggersi come solo loro sapevano fare.
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He wants to shout it from the rooftops. He can't, and that hurts. "Love isn't about finding the perfect person. Because, if you are measuring perfection based on society's standards, nobody is ever perfect, even though everyone spends their lives striving to reach a level of acceptance that is physically impossible, and destroy themselves from the inside doing so. No, love isn't about finding that person who is void of flaws, or who is, in a social sense, perfect. Love, in its entirety, is about finding someone who is overwhelmingly imperfect, but willing to grow and learn with you, and it's about finding that person perfect- complete with all of their flaws and imperfections. It's not about changing someone, or "perfecting" them; it's just seeing the person, whom you wish to spend your life with, and who would break the universe to see you smile, it's about seeing them, an imperfect human being, perfectly. Harry, in my very broken and flawed mind, is... perfect. He is all that is perfect and all that is sweet and kind and funny just plain weird, but I love him with all of the love my heart could ever wish to possess. I love him with a passion that could silence the world, a passion only seen in storybooks and movies. A raging, fiery, bittersweet, all-consuming passion called love." TW: Self-harm/mentions of rape

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