then you kissed me ��� i felt hot wax on my forehead. i wanted it to leave a mark: that's how i knew i loved you. because i wanted to be burned, stamped, to have something in the end.
If my love for you were a book, it would have infinite pages, each filled with moments of joy, laughter, and unwavering devotion. You are the story I never want to stop writing.
Now you call me 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭, a 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 . If you got something to say, name a time and place, face to face .
I have the honor to be your obedient servant .ᐟ
we are bound together—— i breathe when you breathe, i bleed when you bleed, i’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and i have always, always belonged to you!