Someday someone will make you his literature. Not just poetry, not just prose.
He will tell you he loves you in metaphors, reading you between the lines.
He will show you the tragedies of life and motivate you with his critique.
By words, by music — he will play the role of a man who really loves you not just a boy who is fond of fair faces and body sizes.
He will appreciate your beauty, within and without.
He will accept your body flaws and darkest past.
Someone will going to love you.
He will love you more than his coffee and bookshelves, more than the rain and the stars, more than what you deserve.
©schistus
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