i used to believe that words are the element i will never run out of,
but in this life, eternity is an utopia and forever only exist due to the arrogance of human being and none of the universe's part is yours or mine or theirs or ours,
so one day if I'll finally run out of words for you, i hope the last ones that i declare is the ones with love and comfort, the ones that i mean with everything i am,
and i wish they could wrap you around like blankets, warm, warm, warm and safe.
YOU ARE READING
to: love that soothes
Randomfrom: a pragmatic lover // content: of every bit of you that matters--maybe everything.