For me, love is like a fire. The flames flicker and sparks fly, then when everything is burnt up and there's seemingly nothing left, the flames die down, leaving softly glowing embers behind but when it finally dies out, you're left only with the ashes, an aching reminder of what you had, or what could have been. Something thats always going to be there. The last, undying remainder of love.
^ that part was beautiful :) I love this whole pillowbook thing :)
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PurplePandaBear100 1 year ago
Beautiful! Honestly you're amazing at this don't you stop!
lenebraes 1 year ago
@lenebraes Thanks :-)
XxXzAnEsSaXxXAWWW 1 year ago
For me, love is like a fire. The flames flicker and sparks fly, then when everything is burnt up and there's seemingly nothing left, the flames die down, leaving softly glowing embers behind but when it finally dies out, you're left only with the ashes, an aching reminder of what you had, or what could have been. Something thats always going to be there. The last, undying remainder of love.
^ that part was beautiful :) I love this whole pillowbook thing :)
iDreamingx3 1 year ago
@iDreamingx3 Thankyou haha. I had a metaphoric moment :-) and I'm glad you enjoy it lol xD
XxXzAnEsSaXxXAWWW 1 year ago