The first love is self-explanatory. It's a whirl of nerves and excitement and trying your hardest for you have not yet been tainted by the blade of heartbreak. It is innocence and happiness personified and whether consciously or subconsciously, it defines the standards for the rest of your relationships.
Your last love is the one with which forever becomes tangible. It is contentment and comfort but bound by obligation.
The love that is your only is characterized by butterflies and longing. It's in the sweet memories you wish were just a few moments more. It is the one relationship you look back on with fondness and regret that it didn't last longer. It is the one you wish to relive with every shooting star, with every 11:11 on the clock. It is bittersweet sacrifice for once you have tasted it, you will never be quite as satisfied with anything less again.






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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.Previous PageNext Page