i think love feels as grand as if someone hands you a box of stars. those tiny little twinkling dots in the sky that you have stared at for your whole life. those little flickering hopes in the sky of a brighter tomorrow...
every minute with loml is another tiny star to put in my box of memories.
or so i thought.
but when i peek in the box, all i see are snuffed remnants of tomorrows that will never be and fiery burny embers of pain that will hold eternal...
no one ever tells you that they very thing you wish upon to make all your dreams come true, is really something that will rape you of everything you ever hoped for.
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