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I thought of Elvin when I was writing this, but it can be any pairing you want it to be. I don't even know lol, I hope it's not too bad.
It's a beautiful day. The weather is perfect. But it's you who makes it more beautiful.
I couldn't ask for anything more. I lay my head against yours as I hear you breathing slowly. I take in the moment. Everything is perfect, but time is ticking.
I turn to you with a serious expression. "What will happen to us?"
You seem confused. I'm hardly ever serious. "What do you mean?" you ask me, lightheartedly.
"You know what I mean." I tell you. I feel myself tense up.
A worried expression comes over your features, like the wrong colors painted onto a canvas. "Nothing is going to happen", you try to reassure me.
That lie and false hope is too beautiful, so I nod and lean into your embrace, feeling your heartbeat, wondering if it will belong to someone else in a few years.
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It's a perfect day. It's not too hot but not cold, birds are chirping in the air and the wind is blowing gently, as if singing a gentle lullaby. But it's you who makes my days perfect.
I feel your head against mine, breathing softly. I take a look at you. I fall for you again every day.
I want to run my hands through your hair, tell you that I love you and that nothing will ever break us apart, but empty promises are painful.
You turn towards me. You look serious. You hardly ever are like this.
"What will happen to us?" you ask me.
I know what the answer is. I know the truth and it hurts.
"What do you mean?" I ask, trying not to sound frustrated or sad.
You sigh. It hurts. "You know what I mean." you say. You look like you've given up. Pain fills your eyes and I can't bear to see you hurting, so I assure you that nothing will happen as I pull you into my arms, memorizing every detail of you. You fit perfectly into my arms and I hold you tighter, pushing away the thought that someone else might be there instead of you.
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It's been 6 years now.
You've since moved on.
Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of you, walking down the streets with her, hand-in-hand, like we never could.
Sometimes, I see you hold her the way you used to hold me.
Sometimes, I see you smile the way you used to smile with me.
Sometimes, I miss you. I still think of you whenever the sun sets. How you'd pretend to hate them but I know you thought they were beautiful.
You'll always be my sunlight, bright, burning hot. The brightest light, breathing life into me. But you were far too hot for me.
All that remains of me now are ashes, charred, floating in the wind. But I see you smile. I see you happy. And that's enough for me.
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It's been 6 years.
I knock on her door as I wait patiently for her to come out. I tell her she looks beautiful, but nobody will ever be as beautiful as you were.
I take her into my arms, holding her small frame tightly. But nobody will ever fit into my arms the way you did.
I kiss her, taking her in. She's soft and sweet, like cotton candy, but I don't want candy.
I tell her I love her, but I'll never quite love anyone the way I loved you.
I often wonder if you still think of me. Whether you've moved on, whether you still watch the sunsets and imagine me there. I secretly wish that you'd come running back, but I know that will never happen.
Looking back, I regret letting each moment pass. Each moment with you felt perfect and unreal, like a movie. Except you were more perfect than any movie ever made.
I miss you. I tell them I've moved on, but I still think of you every time I see a sunset. How it was you in my arms. How I always complained that they were cheesy and overrated, but I thought they were beautiful.
Just like you. I always teased you for liking Rihanna and crying during romantic movies, but all those things were what made you beautiful.
Although this is too late, I hope you know that I will always love you. I know you never will hear it but I love you. I don't think I ever will stop.
It's a beautiful day. The weather is perfect. But it's you who makes it more beautiful.
I couldn't ask for anything more. I lay my head against yours as I hear you breathing slowly. I take in the moment. Everything is perfect, but time is ticking.
I turn to you with a serious expression. "What will happen to us?"
You seem confused. I'm hardly ever serious. "What do you mean?" you ask me, lightheartedly.
"You know what I mean." I tell you. I feel myself tense up.
A worried expression comes over your features, like the wrong colors painted onto a canvas. "Nothing is going to happen", you try to reassure me.
That lie and false hope is too beautiful, so I nod and lean into your embrace, feeling your heartbeat, wondering if it will belong to someone else in a few years.
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It's a perfect day. It's not too hot but not cold, birds are chirping in the air and the wind is blowing gently, as if singing a gentle lullaby. But it's you who makes my days perfect.
I feel your head against mine, breathing softly. I take a look at you. I fall for you again every day.
I want to run my hands through your hair, tell you that I love you and that nothing will ever break us apart, but empty promises are painful.
You turn towards me. You look serious. You hardly ever are like this.
"What will happen to us?" you ask me.
I know what the answer is. I know the truth and it hurts.
"What do you mean?" I ask, trying not to sound frustrated or sad.
You sigh. It hurts. "You know what I mean." you say. You look like you've given up. Pain fills your eyes and I can't bear to see you hurting, so I assure you that nothing will happen as I pull you into my arms, memorizing every detail of you. You fit perfectly into my arms and I hold you tighter, pushing away the thought that someone else might be there instead of you.
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It's been 6 years now.
You've since moved on.
Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of you, walking down the streets with her, hand-in-hand, like we never could.
Sometimes, I see you hold her the way you used to hold me.
Sometimes, I see you smile the way you used to smile with me.
Sometimes, I miss you. I still think of you whenever the sun sets. How you'd pretend to hate them but I know you thought they were beautiful.
You'll always be my sunlight, bright, burning hot. The brightest light, breathing life into me. But you were far too hot for me.
All that remains of me now are ashes, charred, floating in the wind. But I see you smile. I see you happy. And that's enough for me.
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It's been 6 years.
I knock on her door as I wait patiently for her to come out. I tell her she looks beautiful, but nobody will ever be as beautiful as you were.
I take her into my arms, holding her small frame tightly. But nobody will ever fit into my arms the way you did.
I kiss her, taking her in. She's soft and sweet, like cotton candy, but I don't want candy.
I tell her I love her, but I'll never quite love anyone the way I loved you.
I often wonder if you still think of me. Whether you've moved on, whether you still watch the sunsets and imagine me there. I secretly wish that you'd come running back, but I know that will never happen.
Looking back, I regret letting each moment pass. Each moment with you felt perfect and unreal, like a movie. Except you were more perfect than any movie ever made.
I miss you. I tell them I've moved on, but I still think of you every time I see a sunset. How it was you in my arms. How I always complained that they were cheesy and overrated, but I thought they were beautiful.
Just like you. I always teased you for liking Rihanna and crying during romantic movies, but all those things were what made you beautiful.
Although this is too late, I hope you know that I will always love you. I know you never will hear it but I love you. I don't think I ever will stop.