You'd try to fake love, then fake it even more to make up for the guilt of needing to fake in the first place. And soon enough you realize you are running thin,
but on love.
-When the only thing I've ever known about love, is Him. -I loved that He left me. -His hands. My hand in His. -The glittering waters of His eyes. -The endless lists of Him. -The infinite longings for Him. -My heart. -The words that never belonged to anyone else.
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