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How I dream of having a man who will know and love me with all my flaws, but knowing my favorite flower or anything as small as remembering my favorite color after I tell them briefly is a standard I will have forever.
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The art of holding hands without hurting...
If you give me your hand, I promise I won't let go, but if you don't give me your hand, I promise I won't hold it...
If you give me your hand, I promise I won't let go, but if you don't give me your hand, I promise I won't hold it...
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Your hugs warm my body, your kisses set my soul on fire.
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"Every time I look at you, I'm at a loss for words. Beautiful? That's too simple to describe how your light makes the world feel brighter. I want you—not just today, but every day.
I believe life is like a road;
a road path, and joys may light our hearts.
But the most important thing is to enjoy the journey — together.
To love means to hold each other's hands through every storm, through every dark night, without letting go.
To love means to stay beside one another, unconditionally and faithfully, until we reach the home we've built in our dreams.
This is perhaps the most beautiful destination: a home built with love
a road path, and joys may light our hearts.
But the most important thing is to enjoy the journey — together.
To love means to hold each other's hands through every storm, through every dark night, without letting go.
To love means to stay beside one another, unconditionally and faithfully, until we reach the home we've built in our dreams.
This is perhaps the most beautiful destination: a home built with love
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None of the scars on my heart come from enemies, all my wounds come from people who say they love me
She was the wildfire I called warmth, but all she ever did was burn. I built a home in her promises, not knowing they were made of smoke. Every smile hid a shadow, every kiss a quiet betrayal. Now I walk through the ruins of us, barefoot on memories sharp as glass, wondering how love turned into this silent ache.
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I'm not yours, don't treat me like a possession 💃🏻
maybe it was the way your eyes held stories,
or the way your laughter softened the world around me.
But somewhere between stolen glances and quiet moments,
my heart decided it felt safest near yours.
You are not just someone I think about
You are the feeling I never want to lose.
or the way your laughter softened the world around me.
But somewhere between stolen glances and quiet moments,
my heart decided it felt safest near yours.
You are not just someone I think about
You are the feeling I never want to lose.
We met like dusk meets falling rain,
Brief, beautiful...then gone again.
You left a warmth I couldn’t keep,
Now love just haunts the way I sleep.
Brief, beautiful...then gone again.
You left a warmth I couldn’t keep,
Now love just haunts the way I sleep.
"Love is not a sin. Sin is playing with people's feelings, or manipulating in the name of love."