Love is your smile, that made my day.
It wasn't passionate love.
It was platonic. It was pure.
It was pure inspiration, your existence.
It was beautiful.
And often, beautiful things are the most painful too.
Now, it still hurts.
But you are beautiful.
Always.
It wasn't passionate love.
It was platonic. It was pure.
It was pure inspiration, your existence.
It was beautiful.
And often, beautiful things are the most painful too.
Now, it still hurts.
But you are beautiful.
Always.
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