Dear,
Oh my dearest, ever since you resided inside my heart I have been under the dictatorship of thyself’s heart.
But everyone who knows me well is aware that I am one stubborn rebel. I do what I will. I have been fighting, arguing with the piece of meat inside my chest for a very long time for my freedom and my safety. But the day that you came I must rally with more effort in opposition of my own feelings. I have been escaping this heart’s dictatorship for many years and long have I been flawlessly victorious. But darling, it seems that life’s desperately trying to win against me. It has already revealed its trump card, you came, and boy have you overwhelmingly blown me away!
Thyself’s Democracy is beginning to lose over the dictatorship of my heart, my corazone, my ticker.
It’s beginning to lose over you. It’s beginning to manipulate my every action, decision and my happiness.
It holds me from being contented if I ain’t seeing you.
I am a wounded soul. I have not yet love, not even a puppy love.
Why? For even before I have been a puppy that's able to love, LIFE's harshness has been revealed unto my innocent eyes.
I have long known that love is a limited offer and I am surely not willing to risk my long time happiness for a short feeling of euphoria, or am I?
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