loveevol M A RTINI M . FA L C O
you might ask, what’s my definition of love. well, it comes in all shapes and sizes. love, for me, is when you take a bite of your favorite choice of meat in a burger or when you get your first pet and think of what its name will be. delicate enough to be crushed easily, like pointing your finger at one tree and having your grandma tell you to bite your pointing finger or else you’ll lose it. they would tell you that my definition would be too shallow but all my life, i’ve been drowning from my own definition of love you give, you receive, and then what? people would tell me to run and hide for loving. people would tell me it’ll haunt me at night. insomnia would probably be the case why i can’t sleep at night, according to my shrink at least. i’d get up, sit in my bed, count sheep, lie back again. it’s a repetition i can’t stop. it. won’t. stop.
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