말로는 지운다 해도, 사실 난 아직 널 보내지 못하는데.
your eyes are a thousand constellations, and the touch of your skin feels like moonlight. your heart is fabricated from something ethereal, and the design of your thoughts are a paradox. you are the most beautiful kind of art. the kind that only exists on walls of museums, in grainy canvases of white. you are so heartbreakingly perfect, and i don't deserve you at all. but oh god, how i wish i did.
the words i said to the boy i only ever knew as magic