I miss his wet lips, it doesn't matter that I haven't had a chance to taste it for longer than a second.
My eyes are becoming bigger and bigger, full of small content of my own environment. Let me feel free to imagine me and my butterflies.
I will pluck the moon from the sky. I promise to give half to him, and half to you.
Sorry for my english and good night <;









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