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He hates your make up because you are even more wonderful without it and encourages you to be more self confident. You always feel his eyes exploring your face, full with tiny craters and flaws but he still loves you nonetheless. The only thing you need to do is tell him you are not feeling well and you’ll see his worried face on your doorstep. He gives you the last and every bite of his favorite sandwich and lets you play with his feminine nose even though he hates it. You felt his heart pumping blood faster than usual, his hands were sweating and how his voice was stuttering after his lips felt yours for the first time. He falls asleep after you only so he could play with your hair and get you a blanket so you won’t get cold. He kisses you tenderly, with deep affection and passion, and when you close your eyes and his mouth is stealing your breath, you feel how he repays you with indestructible love made deep in his lungs. He gives you his jacket when it’s freezing outside and the wind is blowing while he secretly trying not to tremble and show you that he is cold as well. His hugs are your favorite place to hide, when his hands are wrapped around you, you feel like you’re surrounded by tick invulnerable walls and nothing can touch you, you feel safe and tranquil. Your name sounds differently when he says it. He loves the cracked pieces of your lips and the smell of your skin when you had no shower that day and how you are in deception that he doesn’t love it even more. His compulsive stories about you with his friends and some strangers that mean nothing to him. He touches you like you are made of glass, delicate and fragile, his hand, holding yours and you feel how they are made for each other.
And then, you break him, shrinking his happiness and wish to continue loving you. His love is converted into misery and agony and his hope is utterly destroyed.
The breaking of his heart and how he will never recover from it. You felt how he suffered but his love remained pure and gentle, like his hands when they were holding yours. The pain he endured and how he forgave you only so you could break him again. And after he leaves, you’ll say that no one is good for you in this world. He doesn’t exist.
But of course, he does. And if you’re happy enough to find those restless eyes that never grow old or a heart that will cultivate your love. Never, ever, let him go.
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