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I used to be so in love I’d stay up all night with her to watch the sunrise and now I only see her in my dreams
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.