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how the haikyuu boys fall in love

oikawa falls in love like a tsunami’s last breath. the first time he realises he loves you, he thinks the earth beneath his feet has fractured. terrified, he recedes from your life, pulls back from your outstretched hands, withdraws from your longing gaze, hoping that his feelings will, too. instead, they surge forward with a roar, swell to monstrous heights, foaming viciously at the crest. and soon, the colossal wave collapses against the shore, unable to fight any longer. when his words finally flood out, that roar of the tsunami arrives in the end as a whisper–– “i love you.” and everything is washed anew.

iwaizumi falls in love like a tree branch under snow. his feelings accumulate crystal by crystal: a touch here, a smile there, a picture at 2 am followed by “i saw this and thought of you” and a reply of “go to sleep, idiot” seconds later. you worm your way into his heart so slowly he doesn’t notice it at first, doesn’t notice the thick layer of snow on the caving wooden limb, doesn’t notice that one more fleeting brush against his fingers will tip the scale–– until the branch finally snaps. and when he opens his eyes to a world bedazzled by snow, the only face he can see is yours.

kuroo falls in love like honey on pancakes. with him, there’s no sudden realisation, no flashbulb moment of his adoration, because he’s been happily fixed in a golden state of mind ever since the day you met. every day, his name sounds sweeter out your mouth. every day, he wakes up with sugar on his lips. it’s slow, how his love for you grows, but it’s steady. and now, as you kiss every knuckle on his hand to pull him back down to earth, he can only let out a soft, amused exhale through his nose. his half-lidded gaze focuses on your decadent features. “i’m here,” he purrs. 

kenma falls in love like eyelids after dark. very rarely do the gears in his head stop spinning; he’s lived his entire life on alert, taking in and apart details to survive. but with you… there’s no need to take in and apart the way your lips feel against his, the scent of your hair in his nose, your shallow breath against his neck. it all feels so safe. with you, he’s home–– he can finally rest. so even when light drains out from the sky, even when the world is at its worst, at the feeling of your body curling up to his, the gears in his head grind to a halt. and he lets his heart beat instead.

bokuto falls in love like a fledgeling from its nest. he knows it’s reckless––  ridiculously reckless–– to have so much faith in wings not yet fully formed, but there’s something about you that makes him want to soar. maybe it’s that you remind him of a cloudless blue sky or a valley that stretches from both ends of the earth or an ocean that glitters beneath the sun. maybe it’s that your name is a call to adventure. and at that moment, he realises that birds don’t fly when they’re ready–– they fly when they’re called to. so he steps to the edge, spreads his arms out, and leaps, your name a prayer on his lips.

akaashi falls in love like silence between friends. it comes over him naturally, instinctively, right as he thinks that he could do nothing next to you forever and still be satisfied. the feeling wraps his shoulders like a blanket and, with a twitch of his lips, he pulls it closer around himself. his eyes dart over to your figure, wondering if you know–– if you’d known this whole time. and then when you catch his gaze, when you ask “like what you see?” with a smirk on your face, he feels the fabric stretch around his shoulders as if to fit a second body. his reply comes to him like second nature, like instinct. “no, i love it.”

atsumu falls in love like skydiving from a plane. he’s meticulous, guarded, the most untrusting of fate. so he fights to gain the upper hand: he picks his parachute, his pilot, the day with the best weather–– everything is in his control. and when you come in full view, he finally thinks the dropzone is perfect. only then does he throw all caution to the wind, diving head first, eyes closed all the way down. an awesome wave of euphoria washes over him, lasting even when he realises he’s landed right in your arms, hair mussed, cheeks flushed, pupils wild with excitement. he wants to freefall into you again. so he does.

osamu falls in love like night over the city. it’s as inevitable as the cycle of the sun and moon and when it happens, he’s still the same–– yet everything is different. beside you, he feels the air change and all else fade into the background. beside you, the hum of the world turns into a steady beat, a pulse awfully similar to the one in his chest. and he flickers to life, a mosaic of light, when you touch him. he doesn’t usually look like this, you think as you draw circles on the back of his hand, trying to pinpoint what about him has changed. smiling softly, he knows that you’ll figure it out soon. or… he could say it now.

kita falls in love like a seed into the ground. he doesn’t feel it when it’s sowed, nor when it takes root beneath the soil, but he sure feels when it sprouts. its stem crawls around his legs and up his trunk, keeping him safely fixed to earth. it grows with every “good morning” and “i’ll save you a seat”, it grows when you prance over with a joke on your lips and two coffees in your hands. it grows when he sees you with your eyes closed, head tilted towards the sky like a sunflower, and realises that you are all he’s ever wanted. your head turns. your eyes meet. and as spring does with the cherry trees, he blooms.

ushijima falls in love like a comet past the sun. as he hurtles by, your radiance melts his icy exterior into the glimmering cloud in his wake. every inch of his body is on fire. he feels the power in the pull of your orbit. feels you could utterly ruin him. feels he’d be okay with it, too. but you don’t. instead, he thinks himself made of anti-gravity as you trace constellations into his skin. he sees stars collide when you kiss. and when he remembers how a comet can spend thousands of years without passing the sun in its orbit, he looks at you asleep in his arms and holds you just a little tighter to his chest.

tendou falls in love like confetti on new year’s eve. this moment has spent all year in the making. ten, from the day you pummelled into his life. nine, the time that slowed when he saw you smile. eight, when you changed each other’s names in your phones. seven, that time he dragged you out to a party. six, how you retaliated by taking him to a play. five, your shoulders touch during said play. four, his fingers wrap around yours during the finale. three, you hold hands all the way home. two, he walks you to the door. one, you stop. zero, he leans in. and the world explodes in full colour.

kageyama falls in love like a fawn upright for the first time. it’s all new–– the butterflies in his stomach, the sluggishness of his tongue in his mouth, the short-circuiting of his brain when you’re around. he stumbles and trips and topples over navigating through the tingling in his body. “are you okay?” you ask, peering into his eyes. his cheeks burn as he nods, unable to form words. he thinks he’ll be fine, though, until you place a hand on his shoulder. the touch sends another flood of electricity through his nerves. “you sure? you look like you’re about to hurl.” and he resolves that he will do something about this.

tsukishima falls in love like a chest in resignation. he didn’t believe in softer emotions–– or at least, that’s what he told himself. and he held out for so long. but then you came along with your dumb sparkly eyes and your stupid smart mouth and infuriatingly sweet smile. even with the argument still fresh on his mind, he still adores you to death. especially right now, as he struggles to breathe knowing that he might lose you. fine, he thinks, no more running. he picks up his phone and sends the message that’s been sitting in his notes. and finally, he lets out a sigh. you win. he’s never been happier to lose.

sakusa falls in love like the last leaf before winter. just as a tree holds onto its foliage for dear life, he is stubborn in refusing to fall. still, even he is powerless against nature. as autumn goes, winter arrives in your form. he thinks you are the strangest cold–– the kind that soothes instead of stings, the kind that kindles fires and bakes chocolate chip cookies, the kind that turns his cheeks red without a touch but with a smile. but he likes it. so when winter knocks at his door and asks if he’s “ready to go?” he, the last leaf on the tree, finally flutters down to the ground.

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Wanted to try and capture that moment when your about to board the train and realized you cant find your ticket

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The Pillars (柱はしら, Hashira) — are the nine most powerful swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps.

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niki // spell

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nothing feels better

than vanquishing your own crazy mind,

or at least beating it into submission

for a little while.

oh, you want me to feel that?

you want me to say what?

you want me to cryyyyyyy?

well, too fucking bad.

I call the shots here

and we act how I say we act,

today at least.

yeah we're eating some bbq chicken today

because I say so,

what of it?

and we're being patient

and not driven by Anxiety

for a change.

like it or not

this body, this brain, this heart -

I'm at the wheel

and I'm not driving us

into a fucking river.

not now. oh, not now.

you are not drowning this.

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Films I Adore

1. Meet Joe Black (1998)

Quote: “Love is passion. Obsession. Someone you can’t live without. Someone you fall head over heels for. Find someone you can love like crazy and will love you the same way back. Listen to your heart. No sense in life without this. To make the journey without falling deeply in love, you haven’t lived a life at all. You have to try, because if you haven’t tried, then you haven’t lived.”

2. While You Were Sleeping (1995)

Quote: “He would get these far-off looks in his eyes and he would say ‘Life doesn’t always turn out the way you plan’. I just wish I’d realized at the time, he was talking about MY life.”

3. Love and Other Drugs (2010)

Quote: “You meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person and your life is changed forever.”

4. The Notebook (2004)

Quote: “They didn’t agree on much. In fact, they rarely agreed on anything. They fought all the time—and they challenged each other every day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common: They were crazy about each other.”

5.  A Walk to Remember (2002)

Quote: “Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I’m sick. To help me through all this. You’re my angel.”

6. Father of the Bride (1991)

Quote: “Right then I realized, my day had passed. She’ll always love me, of course, but not in the same way. I was no longer the man in my little girl’s life. I was like an old shoe. The kind we manufacture and get all excited about, then after a few years discontinue. That was me now. Mr. Discontinued.”

7. Something Borrowed (2011)

Quote: “You’re not the only one who hasn’t been living his life, I haven’t either, but I want to live it now, and I want to live it with YOU.”

8. The Ugly Truth (2009)

Quote: “The big strong brave men, that we’ve all been reading about in novels and watching in movies since we’ve been nine years old - - that’s a fallacy. They don’t exist. Men are not strong. Men are not brave. Men, are afraid. Even if they have a moment in a hotel elevator and it’s totally romantic and full of potential, men are incapable of copping to it because, why? Men are weak.”

9. Dear John (2010)

Quote: “The problem with time, I’ve learned, whether it’s those first two weeks I got to spend with you, or the final two months I got to spend with him, eventually time always runs out. I have no idea where you are out there in the world, John. But I understand that I lost the right to know these things long ago. No matter how many years go by, I know one thing to be as true as it ever was - I’ll see you soon then.”

10. 27 Dresses (2008)

Quote: “Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is slowly losing your mind.”

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“To the person that will love her next, Be warned, she’s easy to love. You’ll meet her one day and painfully ache for her from that day until your last day. When your eyes mold into hers, all time will cease to exist - the dying seconds frozen to all her glory. Love her with all your might and never take her for granted. She’s been used before and knows all too well how it feels. If you’re here to show her how, I suggest you stop right here. So don’t. She claims to be heartless; immune to the emotions that will intimately pierce her heart. She’s lying. Her heart holds passion that could encompass the universe by tenfold. So when she loves, she loves hard - unknowing of any other way to do so. That love, her love, doesn’t come around often. She’ll push you away in realization that a flame has been ignited in her winter storm. Prevail, and see her inner rose bloom. When she’s angry, don’t leave her alone. She will never ask you to stay, she’s tired of begging people to love her. Tuck her hair behind her ear, see the gorgeous chaos in her eyes and stay. Don’t act tough, you’re not when it comes to her. Your strength shouldn’t come from your exterior, but in how you love the woman in front of you. She’s a writer, so don’t be surprised when she has more to say than most. She’ll draw you in her world - her poetry, her art - and entice you with each syllable, each stroke. Among the stars will you be immortalized, so each constellation will know of your love. That damned pen is a sword you cannot hope to defend yourself from. Her words will touch the depths of your being and scar your body in the midst of her wake. Explore with her. She grew up in a small town so she loves stumbling upon places that wistfully, take her to another world. Aimlessly walk the streets at night, hand in hand, with no destination or hibitions. Discover small coffee shops and record stores. Watch her eyes fill with joy as her fingers run through dusty old vinyls. You’ll see a different side of her; the walls she spent years building will come down. Look, bask, but not for a moment longer. When she realizes she’s let go, those walls will come back, higher than before. Never go a day without telling her you love her. I don’t care how angry you are, grit it through your teeth if you have to. To this day, she’s the strongest and most hard-headed person I’ve ever met. Remember she’s a woman of her own. Don’t try to assert your dominance over because I promise you, it will be the worst decision of your life. Comfort her when yet again, a fictional character dies. You may think it’s stupid, but it’s not just a book to her. To her, she lived the lives of those people, loved the people they loved. She immerses herself into the grand world of literature and this broadens her mind. Read The Alchemist - trust me. Start listening to The 1975. If you don’t try, you’re done for. She’ll claim that she can’t pick a favourite song of theirs. A total lie - it’s Robbers. Music comes first. Always. When she has an anxiety attack, hum Robbers under your breath and tell her to breathe. Kiss her forehead and rub the small of her back. Stand through the storm, the calm waves of her even breathing will soothe your soul. She is here; here with you - alive. She has and will continue to defeat her demons time and time again. She is smarter than you, even when you think you’re outsmarting her or reading her. Trust me, you’re feeling that way because she wants you to. Treat her like royalty or somebody else will. That girl deserves the universe at her fingertips. You’ll never be the same again, because this girl isn’t like the rest. And most of all, don’t ever lose her - not like I did.”

— sincerely, a name you’ll never hear past her lips

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Before I say “Yes”

I heard that you were interested, our friend told me that and I just kind of wanted to clarify that – that you thought of me of something and became attracted. Maybe it was my personality that lit up that light bulb inside that head of yours and then you ultimately knew that you’ve felt again what it is like having someone in your life that just made something spark inside of you. It was reckless and quite bold, to be honest.

Maybe it was my looks? Did my smile made your heart skip a beat? Did my eyes remind you of hope? You knew it was somewhat wrong just to point out the looks when it comes to love, but if you were going to talk about love to someone or what’s your ideal girl like, I knew you’d say something about my personality that you’ve always admired and how my looks were just a ‘bonus’. How I sometimes resemble the strong characteristics of your mother, or the way I handle myself like your sister – I reminded you of family.

How I’ve known the fact that you also liked the type of music that I always listen to, and that you sometimes listen to these because it reminded you of the day when a silent smile crept up on my face when I heard you sang the lyrics to ‘Maybe the Night’ – I reminded you of the small things that you have always appreciated in moments like that.

Maybe you’re just attracted. Or infatuated. Or if it was really love, I’d endlessly question you.

Because in all honesty, I have never seen myself as someone that people can love in that way, if you know what I mean. And if you were going to ask the reason why, it might change your mind, though I’m not saying that’s a bad thing.

I like writing. I have lost myself a hundred times in writing fictional stories and thought of myself as one of the characters so I tend to ignore the people around me because I was in my own world.  

I like writing and I might end up writing about you at 2am, but that’s what I do. You will never die in my stories. It will be an endless pile of crumpled papers and finding the right words to say just to express what I feel about you.

I have boldness when it comes to singing, whether I end up in a public area or just in the shower. My friends actually think it’s both annoying and funny at the same time because I embarrass them when I feel like Beyoncé sometimes. They lowkey like it though.

I love singing though I can’t label myself as a singer and that I don’t hit the right notes at times but I swear, I can sing anything for you as if the song was exactly meant for you the moment it was written. Ed Sheeran? December Avenue? Moira? Some rock band you like? You name it, just don’t blame me when your ears start bleeding. (I try to make jokes once in a while, too) I would willingly sing for you if it helps you sleep at night or if you need someone that can help you calm down at times that all you need in this world is comfort.

Most of the time, I like to think out loud. I say things out of context at random moments. Trust me, I don’t even know why. The weirdness comes out as if it’s meant to and I honestly don’t even know whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I sometimes even hurt the people I love because of my capability to say something without actually thinking about it.

But I’d like to challenge myself by finding the right words for you – like a puzzle, I would search the right pieces just so I could make you whole as if words can make up a person. I know words are just words until they’re done with actions, but believe me when I say that I’m good at both and that I will always try my best to lack at neither of the two when it comes to you.

I like to treat myself whenever I have the time and whenever the money in my wallet agrees with me. I guess I was always independent when it comes to that. I like having to save money and spend it all to something that is worth it – for myself. At those kinds of days, I don’t want someone to be with or to talk to because sometimes being alone can be my solitude. I was just on my own, wandering through the streets, with my own thoughts and high spirit. I’ve always liked it that way.

Although I’m used to that kind of routine, I’d always let you join in on my adventures. It wouldn’t just be mine though. It was going to be yours and mine now. Our adventure. And you must know how I love my alone times, but I’d gladly be alone together with you.

I’m stubborn, impatient, and hot tempered. I get ticked off by the little things real quick. I never back down whenever I know that my arguments are right. It also might take a while for me to apologize. I sometimes make decisions based on my emotions and it can be punishing to see when I am angry. See how I’m difficult to handle? I’ve learned it the hard way.

I love coffee. But I get sleepy because of it.

I love reading. But I sometimes buy books and never really finish it.

I’m claustrophobic. I can’t settle for small spaces. Sometimes I resemble that to getting attached with a person, and why I have the tendency to push people away.

I hated the color yellow. But now I’ve learned to appreciate it because of sunflowers.

I love sunflowers and sunshine, and the warmth that it gives. But there are always thunderstorms, rain and the coldness, then you couldn’t help but feel the pang of emptiness that comes with it. You’re going to remember the pain that you’ve felt – how the people in your life have hurt you before or how you also caused pain to others. And then there will be tears and a wounded heart that silently beats...

I love to think about love. But I never thought of myself being in love. For now.

And honestly, you weren’t the first one to confess to me. But maybe I kept thinking about my flaws and imperfections and before you say I’m insecure, I’m not. These are mere facts of me that I’ve always wanted to tell someone before they try and think of pursuing someone like me, because I don’t want you to be surprised when you experience all of these first hand and then back out when things get worse.

I’ve always believed in the quote, “Before meeting the right person, be the right person first.”

You already know the things about me as I have told you and these are proof that I am still not the right person for someone. It wasn’t my decision. It was simply His purpose for me. I chose to believe that this isn’t the right season neither the right time for me to find someone. I will not get in the way of His plans by my own terms. I will not waste His perfect timing for my own temporary desires. I will not give in to temptations and declare my own will. It will be forever His. And with these broken parts, I will surrender to him.

Because I will let Him love me first.

Before I give my yes to you, I will give it to the Lord first. I may not know how to handle these imperfections of mine and sometimes I may fail at loving myself because I know before I let out my first breath into the universe, He has always known how to love me. He already knows what I want before I even ask for it. God knows every inch of fiber in my body, the number of my own blood cells or the strands of my hair. And he knows my heart.

So before I give my yes to you, you have to understand that I’m still preparing myself – not for anyone but for God. But if there is no “go-signal” from him as he is still yet delicately preparing my heart for someone who knows how to handle it with care and to give that right kind of love, then I will not utter a single word to you.

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lonely nights

ft. me

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♡ ♡ ♡ 

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evening routine

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Let's just say that I'm your secret lover. Bakit? Kasi minamahal kita ng pasikreto. Pasikreto kasi baka ma-awkward ka pag nalaman mo kung sino ako 😢😢 tbh nawala na tong feelings ko sayo pero nung nagkita tayo ulit way way back, ayun bumalik na naman ☺☺ from the very first moment I laid my eyes on you, I accepted everything from you. Wala na akong ibang masasabi. You're perfectly perfect to me. Mahal kita, April. Kahit dito lang muna maiparamdam ko sayo yung pagmamahal ko

thank you for the love that is set in your heart towards me! ayun. gusto ko lang mag-thank you because i do not deserve that kind of treatment. i know how it feels before na one-sided lang haha. i hope you do introduce yourself soon or do we know each other ba or are we close? though i have no intentions of knowing you if you do not want. i respect your decision. :---) 

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Sunsets & Silhouettes

By: April Galvez

Original idea from Gabriel Cazcarro 

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I wonder why she doesn’t like sunsets…

              The thought was still stuck in his head as he reaches for his wallet in the back of his pocket and mumbles his order to the cashier – “her” order to be exact. Well, technically it was theirs since he always orders the same thing she does but it all started with her. Iced coffee with vanilla. He’d very much prefer if he treats her to Starbucks or any coffee shop that tasted even better than this cheap, lousy coffee but hey, she insisted it so how can he decline? How can he even say no to her?

              He checks the time to see how many minutes he had left. It was 6 o’clock. Only twenty-eight minutes left before sunset and he wonders what she was doing at this very moment. Maybe she’s just scrolling through her feed in Facebook, checking to see what’s going on in the virtual world so she could ramble it all to him later on, or deleting some pictures in her Instagram so that her feed could match, or maybe she’s just thinking to herself while she waits for the sun to surrender itself for the day, though he is still curious about what’s in that head of hers.

              He thought of asking her later why she prefers her coffee during sunsets and not in her usual morning routine. It was odd, but it was her. It’s a part of her. But knowing the reason why wouldn’t hurt anybody so he added that on his list of “things to ask her” and mentally took note not to forget.

Maybe something happened in her past?

               His thoughts immediately vanished when the crew hands his take-out order and then proceeds to walk away from the place as the loud chatter of people disappears. It was deafening. Gab has always hated crowded places though he wasn’t one to be called anti-social. It’s just that he couldn’t handle the noise; it was too much for a guy like him.

              One thing about him though is that he likes observing people – definitely not the stalkerish type but the silent, observer type, and now as he makes his way towards their favorite spot, taking a moment to look at his surroundings. The cold air blows at him, ruffling his hair and then fixes it but it stayed the same way. The streets seemed peaceful at this hour and he found himself looking at the faces of the strangers that walked past him – each of them had their own story to tell and each one had somebody that once broke their heart. For him, who was going to be that someone that will hurt him someday?  Gab shook his head at the mere thought. It’s not that he believes that it wouldn’t happen, it will definitely happen, but it’s also because he couldn’t grasp the fact that maybe Elle will be the reason why.

               “Gabriel!” He sees the person right in front him at the very instant and surprisingly, it was the person that he’s expecting to see. It was her. He scans her figure as her yellow dress matches her graceful movements, and he slightly walks up but she runs over to him. Elle’s hand felt warm, he catches her eyes and her face was illuminated by a smile. Something inside of him was going off; it honestly felt like meeting her for the first time. Maybe it was because she wore something that’s new for him and it was refreshing to see, or maybe it was his first time to be able to touch her hand. His heart was beating faster than its normal rate and he knew to himself that he was undeniably shaking, he couldn’t let her know that she was the reason why he was acting like this. Was he sweating? No. Way.

               “We only have seven minutes left!” They both rushed down the street, feeling the adrenaline rush in their veins like somebody was chasing them down. He was forcing himself not to look at the sun as it retreats its way down – Three minutes. That’s all it took for them to both get there and for him to decide whether or not he should kiss her. Plus another two minutes to build enough courage to do that. “Ha ha, as if Gabriel Garcia.” Before he could reply to his inner self, he stopped. Elle was still holding his hand but she was looking from afar; a euphoric sensation filled the both of them as they both stared at the sunset. In the absence of conversation, there is instead a symphony at the sound of their breaths alone. It was their presence that made the scene carved into their minds as an almost-perfect memory.

               “Elle…” He whispered, hoping she heard him so that he wouldn’t have to repeat himself. She slightly tilted her head to him as if to gesture that she was listening to whatever he was saying and since they were the only ones left in the place, he was careful not to ruin the moment. But see, he didn’t want the day to end and so when the sun finally sets and the darkness caves in, he utters the words he'd been meaning to say for so long as if it was a prayer, “I like you.”

               She blinks, the realization flashing in her eyes. Elle looked at Gab as if he was the price to pay for everything that has happened in her life – as if nothing mattered in the universe but the both of them in that exact moment – not even death itself could interfere.

              Elle didn’t like flowers, she liked its thorns that represents flaws in a form of beauty. She didn’t like rainbows and unicorns, she liked thunders and rain, and the feeling of coldness that made you appreciate warmth even more. She liked the color yellow and sips her coffee late in the afternoon but she loves watching the sun rise because it signifies a new day, a fresh start – as if beginnings almost reflected a great escape and freedom that comes along with it. She resented sunsets because to her, it meant that it was the end of the day, but he made her believe that there was also beauty in endings. He made her realize the true definition of happiness didn’t always mean ‘a chance to have a new beginning’, like the sun rises in the morning as if to give people hope and opportunity to start anew. Sometimes happiness meant seeing the downfall of it all and still accepts its darkness, flaws, and scars.  

              For her, he was the perfect sunset.

              And so she didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. Words weren’t enough to describe what she felt for him because all she knew at that moment was to let go of his hand, close her eyes and let the darkness embrace the both of them together. They both smiled.

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beautiful angel ♡