mute boy faggot

@plz0return0my0dvds it's been a year since I lost you. The flowers have died, but my love for you remains. The dried stems and crumpled petals have gathered in my heart and I cannot bear this pain. I long for you to return, but I wish you the best in your new life.

@plz0return0my0dvds growing as flowers is the sum of a dream, a daydream I wish to live out. I could lose all sense of myself in the colors of your petals. The sins I've commit no longer bother me, and your love has grown into my heart. I will take your word and keep you close to me. Breathe around my flowers and I'll water them. So yes, I will follow you to a love without pain, an endless eternity of passion and lust. There, we will flourish into something confident, something beautiful, something that is you. 

@plz0return0my0dvds although the flowers growing are suffocating, one can learn to breathe around them. As for the sins, they do not bother me. They encourage me to be myself. You encourage me to be myself. An escape can be used to love without pain, follow me through the garden and we'll grow together.