“I love you”

“I love you”

Doesn’t this sentence fill your chest with wildness and sends those chills like a spark through your veins which reside like a warm cap of hands near around your face, twiddling with your earlobes and numb the tip of your thumb? Does it appear like that radical thunder that strikes the unnecessary concrete leaving it to shreds and later drizzle-giggle over it? Or maybe it just like those headlights that coruscate into your eyes and refusing to blind you but ready to suffocate you enough for you to flicker and flip your eyelashes, those eyelashes carved with absolute perfection to enrich the soul of your incarnate other. The drill of that terrifying and magnetizing word is just a radical disaster. A disaster which might leave you stranded in the island of none-else or might dust your foot for the upcoming fantasies.

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