ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe first page of paragraph ╱ loveth poem, in our story. Th' floweth of laughter did accompany by the sound of the wave rainfall at yond timeth ───── 1978’s, ☕️ i.e.

first, when i sipping my own coffees outside the end of the city street that night, the air was colder than usual, but a cup in my hand warmed all the things.

𔘓 hollow breath escaped from my mouth, the cold starting to creep in my spine, and i meet him with that pink blush roamed in her cheeks.

him gaze fixed at mine, and mine did too. we walk side by side then, matching the footstep, with a few word needed.

so much word unspoken in the second we walked away, the dim light add more romantic scene. halfway, we just talked bout how's life going, song, and the others. literally everything we tried.

vehicles passing by, as well as another stranger with their own mind. so behind the cold air in heavy night, maybe i realized he was the warmth i longing for. and he would be my fate, my love—taker, my everything. i believe.

ㅤ (&.) p.s. he"s sweet, think i'll find out more bout him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ch 21st, Paris.

when i dedicated all of my love in lifetime just for you, sweetheart 📄♥️.

when i say i love you i don't just mean i love you. i mean that i'm physically in love with you, i love it when people reference me as yours, i love how you make me feel, i love how i go to sleep thinking about you. i love that i can be myself around when i'm with you and that i don't need anybody else opinion. because yours is the one only matters to me.

ㅤㅤㅤ𝒻 . 𑜅 ; once in a while, when i look at the moon, i imagine that you must be watching too.

everyday i send my longing to you, its sometimes laughs, sometimes looks sad at me. but, did it reach you? i wonder if you see it too, the feeling on my shoulder.

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chaque histoire d'amour: journaling mélodie. each stories with hidden meaning in it, devour all the sweetnees &' bitter.

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