And you remind me of Verlaine - lost in his homosexuality and decadent art. And I fell for this things, because you make (fuck) art in my heart.
"Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you."
"You found parts of me I didn’t know existed and in you I found a love I no longer believed was real.” ~ Unknown Can you be this kind of love? The kind of love that changes my attitude to relationships? The kind of love that makes me feel important? The kind of love which I did not see coming? The kind of love that belongs only to those who sacrificied everything to reach it? The kind of love that hurts only when you do a mistake? Can you give me this kind of love? The kind of love that finally reaches my lonely heart? The kind of love that makes my heart beat? The kind of love that messes with my head but never with my heart? The kind of love that plays games with my stomach but not with the beating thing near my lungs? The kind of love that never says goodbye? Can you be this kind of love? Or you cannot? If you are not sure, do not even try. I do not need games or guesses. (Yet maybe, I want you to be this kind of love so much, I will let you play those games on me)
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