Sweet nothings whispered in my ear.
Sunlight piercing my pores.
Shores filled with unknown people.
Music that lifts my feet, and my hands.
Beautiful vibes, and the people that carry them.
Sundays with my family.
Outings by myself.
Being stared at for minutes on end by the one female I could never obtain.
Raw forms of ART.
Photography.
Eyes that tell a story.
Me.
You.
Him.
Her.
Love. . . .
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