In which a girl who's obsessed with pick up lines, dad jokes, and random facts meets a boy who's obsessed with her.
"Your face looks pretty but it would look much prettier between my legs," she exclaimed with a smirk similar to Debby Ryan's.
And he...
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The hues of blue,purple with a light shade a redblend together to create a typical,yet beautiful sunset. It is so scenic that we can't clearly demarcate where the different colours are. They coalesce together and weave a scene so magnificent, so exquisite and aesthetic that one is merely lost in them. The early moon glow complements it.
A disappointing fact is that the colours no longer retain their original individuality. They are just the colours that constitute the evening sky.
A common example that is given in every chemistry class is the solution of water and salt. Salt dissolves in water,and we can’t detect the grains of salt after a few seconds of stirring.
Our love was something like that. I was just a simple colour amidst many beautiful ones,but she chose me. Our passion mixed together filled with equal parts of insecurities and the joys of firsts. We were no longer separate for our souls were bound together, connected by a sense of fulfillment even great writers fail to chronicle, so as to not do injustice to the beauty of it. We became one beautiful conclusion to our love.
I never lost a part of myself when I was with her,but I discovered a part of myself that I never knew existed. She was the flower.the most beautiful and ethereal one,and I was an insect that worshipped her.
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Growing up, I have been reading and dreaming,
About finding the one-the prince charming, and you thank the lord just for their presence on this planet
But none of them described the intensity when you looked at me with your dazzling eyes.
No one told me that you did not only bring yourself into my life, but a part of me that I never knew existed, along with you.
No one said anything about you halting the surroundings with your mere presence and fluid movements.
None described the beauty of your smile-a sight that demanded to be captured in a frame that still wouldn’t do justice to its serenity.
Not a single piece of writing described the radiation of warmth and comfort from you No records about how you’d comfort me about my insecurities within a fleeting moment,
No one told me about the fact that every time I look at you, I fall more deeply in love with you
No one told me that your thoughts and personality were never the reason I fell for you, it was merely an antechamber It was your very existence that had me enraptured with you,
I made some mistakes and became fragile, but you helped me pick those broken pieces up
Sharing my tragedies with you, I never felt my burden lessening but I felt strong enough to carry it
This process of falling for you, is like your beauty, which will never end
For I can’t help but be in this perfect illusion that you have created-a world with just you and me talking to each other
And everything fades.
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