He calls me beautiful and makes me feel like I’m his only girl.
He says he cannot live without me. That I am the girl he cannot live without.
He says he loves me inside and out.
That’s how I know that he loves me.
But there is a secret he keeps that he will not tell anybody.
He wants to drown in me and he doesn’t know that I would be more obliged to drown in him too.
He doesn’t know that I write about him.
He doesn’t know that I cannot live without him.
That he’s beautiful and maybe in some small piece of perspective, I know he still loves me enough to turn a candle into a flame.
He loves me as though I am pure.
That is how I know he still loves me, and I am the luckiest girl in the world.
With sheer luck, I can only glimpse at him from my memory and sometimes out of the corners of my eyes.
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