To the guy who loves the sound of my name.
You said you liked the way my name sounds, like it belongs to an enigmatic enchantress,
the way my head is always filled with a million stories to tell,
the way I always take photographs of trees and sky cause for me they will always be a thing of beauty,
the way my hair is always kinda messy, an unapologetic representation of the tangled thoughts that I am,
You said you like the way my eyes always look happily tired, as if they were awake the whole night gleaming at the beauties that shine only in the dark.
You said you like way I like doing things alone and on my own and they way I cherish my solitude,
the way my speech was always a paradox cause it sounded like a child talking about the trappings of the adult world in a lilting tone.
You looked at me with a look that said a thousand words, yet you remained silent cause you just wanted to be able to listen to my stories all day long, sitting beside the lake we always walk to in evenings.
All of a sudden I was no longer just an object of desire to someone who only thought my body was beautiful but refused to undress my mind.
I was more than someone who could keep them company and keep their beds warm at night. And it felt like after so many years someone finally loved the human residing in this body.
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Urgent . blahhh i fucking hate writing this but well its really my only other way to ask for help. I do postmates rn and its my only income at the moment and i have to travel to la to even make anything today fucking sucks its dry and im and hour away from home . literally just asking for 15 or 20 bucks so i can drive back home . if anyones kind enough to even just send 5 it would be really helpful . thank you in advice .
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