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8 of 10 | love letters
You are my something spectacular.
A miracle in my life, you've brought colors to what was once a dull world. I can still vividly remember living in a monochrome reality, where I thought that was my norm. But I was wrong.
The moment you stepped into the open door of my soul, colors slowly began to crawl in. Before I knew it, I was overwhelmed by your presence, gently embracing my sanity.
I was far from being a blank canvas; I was merely an empty frame. Similar to the strokes of an artist's brush upon a canvas, you instilled within me the sense of being a masterpiece.
"Elara, you're my poetry," you once said with a cheeky smile. I thought you were joking, but every word pierced my soul and heart. Every sentence found its place within me, and every rhythm from your words became a melody I carried within.
We are mere works of art in an unknown museum, yet we've found each other, complementing our very essence, completing each other's missing pieces.
(Photo by yours truly; in frame: Denaley)
© aubby.krrn
A miracle in my life, you've brought colors to what was once a dull world. I can still vividly remember living in a monochrome reality, where I thought that was my norm. But I was wrong.
The moment you stepped into the open door of my soul, colors slowly began to crawl in. Before I knew it, I was overwhelmed by your presence, gently embracing my sanity.
I was far from being a blank canvas; I was merely an empty frame. Similar to the strokes of an artist's brush upon a canvas, you instilled within me the sense of being a masterpiece.
"Elara, you're my poetry," you once said with a cheeky smile. I thought you were joking, but every word pierced my soul and heart. Every sentence found its place within me, and every rhythm from your words became a melody I carried within.
We are mere works of art in an unknown museum, yet we've found each other, complementing our very essence, completing each other's missing pieces.
(Photo by yours truly; in frame: Denaley)
© aubby.krrn
