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"What we have is a great love. It's complicated. Intense. All-consuming. No matter what we do and how much we fight, it'll always pull us in."

I stumbled upon this quote countless of times but tonight was different. Tonight, in between my thoughts of how we came to be yet never came around, I realized that Chuck and Blair's will always be the closest to the love that we had. Because even in the most well-crafted of words, it was something no one could ever shake. Standing against what they threw at us, you were my fact. And as I put it, you were are the one fact I would never, ever give up for fiction.

Bull's Eye

"I admit,
I was afraid
to love.
Not just love,
but to love her.
For she was a stunning
mystery. She carried things
deep inside her that no one
has yet to understand,
and I,
I was afraid to fail,
like the others.

She was the ocean
and I was just a boy
who loved the waves
but was completely
terrified to
swim."
-Christopher Poindexter

"She wiped the black spilling
from her eyelashes onto her cheek,
and in that moment, I wanted, I
needed, for magic to exist.
I wanted to peel back her lonely
skin and feel her sadness stare
straight into the blue inside my eyes.
I wanted and I needed it to know,
that I, I loved her too, and my god
I, I would fight for her."
-Christopher Poindexter

#Poindexter. #Lang Leav. #Neruda.
#cerebral #love #lostandfound #idiot #missesandkisses

Issues

Let's get away from all this tension. 

Maypa wa nalai kwarta para wai gubot. Puya Lord. :'(

Senses

Rewind to almost half a decade of sunrises and sunsets, I have always wanted to write you a piece of the senses. It gets me perplexed how you rob me of words when you're around and how you put them quite back together when you aren't.

I. 

Once in a while, I smell you on my skin. And it stops my day. I'm on a chaotic highway, it's an intersection of routes, and I wait to pass. Eventually the horns go mute, and the lights signal for me to walk on. So, I keep moving. Pitfall after pitfall, your silhouette's all too familiar and I keep running and moving with each step against you. And then back. Tell me, how did tiring ever become so beautiful? 

II.

Feeling under the weather, and all I ever have are the memories of how he wasn't around and how you were unknowingly just there. Little did I know that even if it wasn't you, it was you I heard. I heard you say "hang on". I heard you telling me to endure the peaks and the valleys. You were my snowstorm, my saving grace.

You know?

"Hey," I said. "That was just one day."
"I know, I'm just kidding," she said, waving me off with her hand. "But neither of us exactly fit the mold there."
"Right."
She sat back, brushing her hair away from her face.
("My point is, there are a lot of people in the world. No one ever sees everything the same way you do; it just doesn't happen. So when you find one person who gets a couple of things, especially if they're important ones.. you might as well hold on to them. You know?")