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'cause i wanted you to know that the world is ugly but you're beautiful to me.

To look after someone is my secret, everlasting desire Franz Kafka, 1913.

i choose you and me religiously.

if touching you makes me a sinner， then why do i feel like i just reached heaven the moment i traced my fingers along your skin?

from the first time i saw you， i've belonged to you completely. i still do， if you want me.

and even as i'm kissing him and kissing him and kissing him， i wish i were kissing him. wanting more， more， more， more， like i can't get enough， never will be able to get enough.

crawl inside this body — find me where i am most ruined. love me there.

makes a cathedral, him pressing his against me, his lips at my neck, and yes, i do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.

to call you the love of my life does not do justice to how much i love you. my existence doesn’t make sense without you by my side. for the rest of our lives, in the next, in every alternate reality, i'll be yours if you’ll have me.

i'll die before i stop loving you. they'll rip me to pieces and watch my heart stop beating and i'll still want my life to be yours.

if it’s for my partner, i'll gladly conquer any hell we come across. for as long as there’s a god in the sky and a bond in our hearts, the future will reach its hands out to us.

No sooner did I first behold him, than I felt that on him the happiness or misery of my future life must depend.

you saved me. / we saved each other.