"But...why?", she asked.
"Cause you're one of the few
that can still make me smile;
Cause you're one of those dreams
that can make life worthwhile.
Cause your eyes glow like stars
when you've something to share;
Cause my long cloudy night
doesn't give you a scare.
Cause you're you and I'm me
and that's perfectly fine
Cause I want you to be
undeniably mine
Cause it might prove to be
just too good to be true
but I'll savor the light
that I gathered from you
that will guide me through times
when I'll need it the most
till this suffering dies
and abandons its host;
you'll still be...you, you know?
And it won't really matter.
Just something I wanted to share.
On some kind of a dare."
It was at that exact moment I realized romance doesn't really suit me.
I become disgustingly mushy and ridden with clichés.
I believe she was thinking the same as she spilled her hot coffee on my face
turned around,
scoffed
and went on her merry way.














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