In all the colours I expected love to be, it was not what I got . I thought love will be the dawn colours. The warmness of orange that at the end of the day being with your lover will ease the scars , the calmness of blue that doesn't matter how complicated the situation is we will get over it , the assurance of lavender that it will all heal, the sweetness of pink that no matter what love will make everything right and even the yellow that doesn't matter what at the end love will win, but for me love was the colour of silver. Too shinny and perfect from afar but from close it was the colour no one will choose. The colour of coldness, the colour which will left you numb. The colour which will leave you in the state of being non-committal.
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I love you đź’Ś
11/08. Got drenched while coming back home
Never loved rain more than today.
-Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field: Poems; “The Friend”
-Franz Kafka,Letters to friends, family and editors
-Ocean Vuong, from “Eurydice”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
august is for romance! romance in friendships. romance in daily routines. romance in walking down the street
Hearts are breakable, and I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before.