Dear Love II
I love you
But it does not mean I urge you to say to me those words back.
Just let me tell you that I cannot contain anymore what is inside this poor heart.
That these feelings had burst and sprinkled like charmed rainbow dust.
I love you
But I do not know when or how.
Maybe, there is no specific moment.
Maybe, it is like a sluggish spontaneous combustion,
Beautifully ripped apart
Excerpt from Dear Love
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