You think that love is just flirtatious cheers , attention written on lines, these lines that can fill everything, written even if its writer is devoid of those feelings, that's bullshit, pulse.
Love is to feel the tingling of your heart before it hits you, running to you, saddled with that odious feeling, trying to take it away from you .
Love is to be filled in you spiritually, longing for you the moment of your longing for him, protects you despite the safety that shrouds you for fear of future destabilization or fading from your Hollow, remains next to you like your shadow, an umbrella for you in the heat, a coat in the Frost, a silk pillow that removes the weight of life it hurts you, sister, when you need to throw up the secrets that broke your ankle .
Love is to be addicted to your details, see your date of birth a sacred aura that they write in the corner of his heart forever as a tattoo that cannot be removed, sanctify the lines of your hands as if they were an archaeological manuscript, prolong the look at your tattoos and see them congenital creativity never before created like him, stare into your eyes, kiss them, height and height .
To love you no, he sanctifies us, leaning you, I don't win her love pipe ridiculous, or the interest to write in any Finn, even if he wasn't feeling it .
You need this love, you deserve it, and that's just nonsense .. 🖤!