IN WHICH ; i wrote a small love note, perhaps for a dare but perhaps also with meaning.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
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@ .silly_airi;
.⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ .
thoughwriting seeded from a dare, the meaning of such is seeded from the heart. from playful banter to a display of feathery feelings, each conversation, each word, tends to be more enjoyable than the last. soft and fluttery moments tend to stick like glitter, the type of glitter that sticks, and sticks, and sticks. and yet, i don't think that anywhere in me dislikes it. perhaps, i enjoy it, maybe even crave it?
maybe it could be seen as selfish? the craving of such giddiness, of such cheerfulness. but its the type of selfish that i'm not entirely ashamed of, maybe only slightly. but yet what wouldn't i give to continue feeling such ways? to continue having those conversations, to continue to have the freedom to speak in such ways.
simply put, i adore the feelings of giddiness and happiness that speaking to you induces... or, perhaps in the end, i don't adore them, i adore you?
