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Stars have aligned

The moon even grinned

Time has stopped

and the wind shivered

Her eyes scream chaos

His lips whisper warmth

With their every step,

Cupid is delighted

The golden arrow laughed

and shone as it flew

It entangled them forever

and knotted their hearts together

Her eyes glistened with life

His lips quivered in awe

Their fates intertwined

as the world watched

She continued walking

And he looked at her back

—disappearing from his view

under the blinking street lights

He gave up waiting

but she turned around

and he was nowhere to be found

behind the busy cars

Cupid consoles the disheartened Time

for he has planned everything

right from the start

until the promising ending

Cupid snapped his fingers

and the whole word became the audience

as destiny worked its magic

once again, in a coffee shop

He stared at her

but this time,

she threw him a glance.

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word vomit 5: a confession from me to you

I have a confession to make.

I love confessions and I hate them at the same time. Confessions make humans appear more human to me.

I love seeing their rapid breaths, their pupils dilating, and the truth escaping from their chapped lips.

I also love it when people are drunk. Alcohol forcefully makes them spit their truths out.

And do you know what makes it better? The next day, they won’t remember anything.

Confessions make us appear more human. They make us look more vulnerable and alive and real.

But do you know why I also hate confessions?

Because I’m a human too.

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w a x

I’ve always liked the feeling of your wax-coated hair beneath my fingers. I don’t know exactly why I never told you that. Maybe, I became rest assured that there will always be a perfect opportunity for me to tell you all of my favorite things about you… about us. I didn’t know back then that I shouldn’t wait for the perfect timing because there is no such thing. But now, you’re gone and I never told you that I’ve always liked seeing your wax-covered brown hair brush against my fingertips.