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Confessions to the moon The most intimate thing, for me, is not kissing you, nor holding you. It's talking to you about myself. If I give you my body, I can take it back. But if I give you my thoughts, it's like giving you a piece of my heart. And when you leave, you take with you the deepest part of me — the one I'll never get back.

sporting a new style

Do you ever wonder how beautiful you are to me? ☀️ Not beautiful that word is far too small. I mean do you know what happened to the world the moment you entered mine? How suddenly there was a before you and an after? Do you know that loving you felt like discovering fire and having no intention of putting it out? That something in your eyes awakened the rebel in me, and I willingly surrendered to the revolution? You became the sun entering through the window of my words, the warmth beneath every sentence, the place my language kept returning to whenever it tried to describe beauty.