i am a 2 year old addict.
i take pictures with my eyes.
my beating muscle is co-owned.
and if found,do call.

in the stillness of the night,

the silence was broken.

they trickled and they slid,but they never spoke.

maybe they should have.





vocabulary.

mine is left with 4.

aby,i love you.

cause you took my everything,you stealer.and you made me whole.so dont worry,i wont press charges.hehe.

i love you,baby.i love you.

muah.





because your flaws are a part of you.

and i love you.

every single bit.

dont talk about my past.they are over.i want you to be what you're supposed to be;the one i fell in love with.i dont care what you lack because i see what you're abundant in.i know i have some getting used to and baby,im trying.the fact that i can call you mine is the one reason of many that i am proud of.you have no idea how each breath is for you,each beat is calling you,each dream is trying to catch you.baby,i love you.i do.i really do.

and why all the negatives,love?okay.get past the not being good enough part.come on,baby.we'll screw our thoughts because we are good enough for each other.set?and i know i have alot to be thinking about.but i told you i need you.and in my trying times,i really do.so no,you are not a burden.you are more like a saviour.nobody wants to be alone and i am grateful i have you.

what's life without pain.i havent been much of an angel to you either.i caused alot of hurt and you silently took it.because i know i am an ass and i am still the oblivious idiot you fell for.but you never once judged me.your hard-headedness is something new,yes.but i know there's so much of new-me that you didnt know and dont fancy.we're equal,arent we not?we have our own downs and ups as individuals,no?baby,the important thing is our love,yes?you told me that.so why,why are we having this?i wouldnt want to waste your time,our time.i want to spend it like we used to.i miss the sunsets,i miss the car rides,i miss all those moments that i could look you in the eye and feel butterflies in my tumtum,i miss your hands in mine,i miss the non-ugly us.no petty squabbles,no mountain out of a molehill,no picking at each other.just you,me and the world.that's it,baby.

there isnt anything to forgive.anything at all.

enough said.





recipe.

5 horrible hours of labour.

a stream of wrong words said to the significant other.

an inner self screaming telling me how stupid i am.

an incomplete meal because mac delivery is having one of it's screwed up days.

zero energy to even speak.

results in a bad day.a really bad day.

baby,in you,i have so much to be proud of.if you could see yourself with my eyes for one day,i neednt explain.for now,you are beyond words.and i am sorry.

i am a cliched idiot.





the first sight.

my heart skipped,my soul beamed and i knew right then,my feet werent on the ground.

from that moment on,you've never once short-changed me.

aby,i love you.

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