{ fragile as we are }

l’amour

ellemenophee:

do you ever forget your first love? i really don’t know the answer to this question. i guess the countless times i thought i was in love, i was wrong. it’s just a bit different this time you know? it’s not one of those ache that heals by itself within a few months. i’ve desired you for three years. from the first time we met, i knew you had the lips i wanted to kiss. you were the apple in the midst of peanuts. then time began to work its wonders, and an ocean had formed between us. i want you to feel the same way about me, to tell me that i am the clouds that makes your empty sky a bit more interesting. i’ve made so many attempts to turn a new page and not let your name stain the chapters i am going to write, but at this rate, i feel like i’m going to need all the trees in the world, and i’m still never going to succeed. make me sing, make me dance, make me the purple of the rainbow. you’re fucking killing me.