𝓗𝔂𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓱.

𝓢𝓱𝓮 is 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 embodied, a 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 of melodrama in 𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖒.

𝓐𝔀𝔀 you got the 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙨 . . . . . . 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖆 𝖉𝖎𝖊.

you’re too sweet for me.

think of me always. think of me holding you, think of me combing your hair, think of me feeding you, think of me taking care of you —— think of me kissing you.

you aren’t nearly as full of yourself as you act, are you? do you ever get tired of pretending, tired of trying to be so much more than you really are?

you never know. i don't care if anyone else is disappointed. but to some, the very existence of a certain person in this world is in itself, hope.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ y͟o͟u are 𝐭he 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝗿eason that 𝗂 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁. 𝐭he 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝗿eason i was b͟o͟r͟n͟. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

𝓎𝘰𝘶 ’ 𝘳𝘦 𝒾𝘯 𝓂𝘺 𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙍𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝓉𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 .