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To Tokyo, With Love
Long lost lover living out
of sight, out of mind. I find myself
forgetting how it was to lay
eyes upon you, to lay beside
the water, to feel the soft caress
of your whispered words on my
waiting ear. Lover half a world away,
I no longer remember the sharp
glint of your smile, the sensuous
depth of your laughter. All I remember
Is your impossible perfection. Absence
makes the heart grow ill, poisons
memories to be larger than
love. Stay away lover, I fear
you’ll rob me of my love for your
image. I have broken a commandment;
I idolize your memory above you.
It’s a beautiful skill to master the art of being whoever the moment needs. But don’t ever shrink your own feelings because no one stayed when you got serious about what you need.
— ★ !! absence
pairing : matt sturniolo x fem! reader
synopsis : after a huge misunderstanding, you decide to go ghost on social media for some time to yourself…
a/n : about two years ago, i was obsessed with tumblr and my favorite thing to write were smaus because that what was cool back in my day 👴 i'm rlly hoping these types of stories are still relevant because i love reading and writing them. they're so quick and easy yet so funny and lighthearted. anywayyy i'm hoping that you guys will enjoy this as much as i did when i was a youngen
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•.・❥・♡꙳𓂃𓂂*・❥・꙳•.
Love is sometimes not what we expect.
I don't remember the exact day I fell in love.
But when you get late, I worry.
My brain tells me it's fine,
that you're probably stuck in traffic.
But my heart don't seem to understand.
It doesn't let me breathe.
My heart does not know the reasons or distances.
It only knows your absence.
And when mine doesn't find your heart to beat alongside,
It dies a little bit everytime.
I love him,
In the late hours of the night.
When the silence around starts to feel like home,
I love him.
When the dawn approaches in the horizon,
looking so hazy and confused,
I love him.
The slow call of the nightingale breaks my train of thoughts about him.
But still, I continue to love him.
He exists in the abandoned corners of my mind.
And he is there, always smiling when I close my eyes.
The silhouettes made by the moonlit night,
somehow ends up looking like him.
And when I trace my fingers across the shadows formed,
I love him.
For some reason, he seems to be everywhere I look.
And for some reason, I always love him, every single time.
I love him,
like the favourite quote of mine stuck in my head.
I love him,
like the soft melody of the first rain.
I love him,
like he had loved me.
In darkness and in silence.
But never in each other's presence.
Depression may be invisible, but your absence is not.