Sometimes my brain don't want to work as regular, it make me think that my lover is in pain with me even though his eyes says the obvious thing... he would live for me, even when the world is a massive piece of trash.

I wish someday I don't feel as depressive as always, I wish my love either, is difficult to keep going but he has been a beautiful sparkle in my life that I want to take care of for the rest of my existence, give him all the kisses he deserve, all the love that my arms can express because my heart may say too much.

I'm in love.

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