If someone were to ask me out of genuine curiosity, how does he looks like from the eye of an Amelia — I would whisper to them how his wings almost blinded me at times and how my heartbeats often find it's way to match his tones.
His presence is strongly engraved in my subconscious mind to the point — I can hear his voice whilst reading his text. Isn't that just my body telling me that he is an important existence in my life? even my breathing got affected merely by the mention of his name.
I know him well enough to self praise my effort of being an almost equally important existence in his life. It takes a very special soul for someone like him to bare his demons and uncorrupted kindness to.
Although there are days when I feel utterly greedy in love that not being able to call you mine, despite being yours — actually kills me.
There is something addictive with loving someone who loves you back not equally.
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