I liked you better when you carried her fragrance through the school corridors.

A pluvophile by nature, I prefer cold rain drops running through my hair rather than sweat.

But then, she was like you. She was warm and bright. She set my heart on fire and there were days I even welcomed mornings...

But then the summer of my youth passed by and with it, she left. Going back to being a pluvophile was harder still. But then, I did what I had to do...

My only regret? I was so stuck being a pluvophile at first that I could never enjoy the shimmer of her curly hair, the rosiness of her lips or the soft timbre of her laugh enough...

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To relax

No need to play push and pull,
No need for grand gestures or songs,
No need to define the kind.

Sometimes, love can be accompanying a heavy heart in silence, like an unwavering flower that stays still for a hungry butterfly...

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Her chats took twice as much time and as little information as possible. She was being weary and he knew why...

He knew he had to make a choice.

He could stand by his heart and choose to be forlorn lover and protect his heart from more sadness.

Or

He could draw new lines, give her assurances that he would be her friend and nothing more. He could tell her that he moved on and mean it.

If it were any other person, he would have chosen his heart over them.

But then she wasn't someone else. She was the woman who he promised would be the last.

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my mind was fogged with hormones and low self esteem,
The time when I thought of trivial things as important,
When time was gracious
and
I was stupid.

I wish I could go back to that time, sit by my younger version and say
"These things that keep you up at night, you will forget about them.
This pain you carry in your heart, you are going to forget it too.
You are going to be a good friend, a good son and a good employee.
Yes, your dreams did become true"

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Fall in love


Fall out of love.

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Accept and understand others


Accept and understand myself.

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Hot coffee,
Ironed clothes,
Love notes,
Wakeup kiss...

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And I, an admirer.

I swear I would have read
more than a fair share of "love like a river" poems.

But there is something in the translucent opacity of a
lover's hesitant actions,
There is a comforting breeze
in a lover's hardened breath.

There is truly something beautiful about love, something more than fast heartbeats and the butterflies, the oxytocin, the love letters and the promises for a lifetime.

There is just something beautiful and fluid about love that makes the world go around.

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But the imperfections leave room for more,

Miracles can happen,
Quantum physics can work,
Law of attraction can change the course of reality.

There are a million probabilities of how circumstances can unfold...

One of those probabilities might lead you to something magical, something beautiful.

Isn't that worth living for?
To me, I guess that's life.

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The month of Gemini,
The crazy twin souled Castor and Pollux.

The tale goes as Castor dies,
Pollux chose to revive him in his immortal body,
Sharing his immortal body with his brother.

Centuries and Eons later,
a child born under that stars chose to do the same.

He could have walked away,
he could have let time heal him.
But no, he chose to keep the remnants of a tragic love story alive in the embers of his heart, until his last breath.

All he had was the stars that shone
under warm June sky
and that was enough.

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