Hold me in your arms
“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” -Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte.
Like a bird in the sky that flies in the marvelous wind, so free to notice something else, that´s how I would like our love to be. Though, I do realise how locked up it makes me feel, how your eyes, the same eyes I´ve seen a million times before never lose the power of shaking every single part of my very soul.
–V🌼
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