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arabell-yiu · 3 years
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I wasn't ready, but I tried. I wanted to do it, I wanted to risk my heart and play love again. I wasn't ready, but it was him ... His laugh, his lips, the way he looked at me, the touch of his hands, and his mouth telling me "you're mine." I was not ready, but I stayed, I clung to his arms, I covered myself with his skin, I made love to him and I breathed, again ... I began to believe, I convinced myself that it could be him, that he was the exception, my sunrise. I wasn't ready, but carry on; still in fear, still with my heart torn and my throbbing wounds, I loved him. I wasn't ready, but it was him ... and he promised: -Make me the happiest woman, fill me with laughter, of sweet words - he said it! "This will be your most beautiful story, the love you longed for so much." But it was not like that ... I rushed I opened the doors of my life I took the armor off my soul, I let him come in, snuggle into my neck and etch himself kiss by kiss on my skin. I was not ready. But it was him, the storm, my war, my smile, my cry. I was wrong, because once again "love" consumed me. I had no choice but to embrace the shadows that await me in the cold solitude of my bed.
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arabell-yiu · 3 years
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Hi ! 🙋
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