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[aayearning]

and there is a home,

in the form of tired eyes, little brown irises, so simple and so common.

i think of you when i hear ''love''.

you come to my mind when i imagine "love".

you're what i think of when i write "love".

and i am what i think of when i hear ''to be loved''.

[aayearning]

I feel that I can never be loved again,

that no one will ever love me in such a pure way,

so delicate,

so worried and so, so childish.

I feel like I'm sinning, maybe I do when I think of you, when in my mind there's only an image of you.

old pictures where I see broken hearts glued with gold messily,

even if it was for a moment, even if it was for a few months.

It was the first time someone loved me, and how am I supposed to get over that?

how could cupid be so cruel?

to take away the one who was and is the most important person in my life, who loved me, loved me, loved me, loved me and I still can't believe it, because we were so stupid, we were so foolish, we were so young.

a love so innocent, in the way the children do it, in the way inexperienced teenagers do it, the way my heart does, the way my first love does.

I was and still am the fool who thinks I could go back to that.