I cry about you like that these days. I love you, and I cry about you. Don’t feel bad, though. Anything is worth your love.
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I cry about you like that these days. I love you, and I cry about you. Don’t feel bad, though. Anything is worth your love.
When I look at you
into your eyes, which are kissed
by the goddess Aphrodite herself
I cannot help but to feel at ease
Freezing,
everything around us has been buried under the softness,
the delicateness of longing for endless summers
For the memories of light, warm touches under the Sun
Why, why, why out of all people was it you
Why was it you who pulled me out of the starless dark into the blinding sun
It was September when we first met. I walked in from the cold wind, the apples of my cheeks cherry red. I took in the place and when my eyes found you, I could not look away.
Valentine’s Day is a day to celebrate love, whether we mean our friends or romantic partners. But what about ourselves? Don’t we deserve some of that love, as well? This issue of BTSB is dedicated to self-care, self-acceptance and self-love!
I think of you
as the memory of our love
shatters like a ceramic plate, suddenly
But what really made me fall for you was how you made me feel about myself. It seemed like everything I did mattered to you. Every slightly egotistic quality in me found satisfaction in you. You made my life shine and sparkle, by highlighting my good days and turning the bad ones into cute mishaps. It pet me just the way I liked, and I was a happy little kitty, purring on your lap.