I love your insanity, your breakdowns, your random rambles, and your complicated thoughts. I love you wearing that casual shirt and faded ripped jeans. I
But you’re not completely fine. You’re still wounded. Torn apart. You’re hopelessly desperate about the dream you haven’t pursued; the words you left unspoken; about
I’m dating your mind, for it is the only place I can see the beauty of a man and the true color of life.
I smelt your perfume, hoped it would stay a little bit longer so I could reminisce the warmth of your hugs, the gentleness when your
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