there comes love, the light, a warm feeling breaking through the dark blanket of loneliness, grabbing it and turning it into butterflies that flutter around tickling your insides. love was like a light at the end of the tunnel and with it's magic it turns the dark place filled with cobwebs into a park. a butterfly park that comes alive whenever love pays a visit.
JAY'S NOTES 💭
this was supposed to be a continuation to “ loneliness ” so do read that before this one !
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POT OF POTION
Random꒰ 📑 ꒱ ·˚ ༘ i was in love with the person, i made with my potion.
