a certain slant of light | completed;

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I could swear to as many holy Saints. . .

. . . that my breathes shortened the moment I finally had the guy in my daydreams.

Picturing your eyes using the keys on this laptop is not enough because every word leads me mindlessly faraway, especially when you look at someone as unsightly as I. Those pair cuts people with coldness but when they land on my face, they melt down like sorbets beneath the burning daylight.

Unlike your eyes that bore people occasionally, your half smiles are enough to fill the pages of my chapters, even if your lips only curl a little because you're insecure of your imperfect, yet cute frontal teeth. I love them even more when you do it in the inside of our kisses.

What I love the most about you is your arms; the kinds that held me close-fitting like adhesives, pressing my broken pieces together; the kinds that felt like home more than any house did.

The first years that we were pair, I couldn't see anything else but your light.

I felt downright perfect, and thought if you were never at hand's reach anymore, I would be missing half of myself.

No. . .

Because you also had my head, heart, and spirit.