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Misaka pass // Etc
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he was laughter and sea salt
a fine balance of what i needed in another person,
and what i lacked in myself.

he was fire and diamonds
a passionate, priceless pair of eyes,
and a golden soul.

i could barely tell the difference between him
and the ocean,
maybe it was about the way he moved like water
slipping through my fingertips,
or the way he loved: like he was about to drown.

he was smoke and peaches,
a dreamlike illusion of evanescence and sweetness,
a kind reminder of “nothing beautiful can last,”
a fleeting hope.

he was warmth and kisses,
a vanilla mirage of lips and steam.
i could never put my finger on what made him so addictive,
maybe it was the way his voice crept down my spine,
or the way he could seem to melt ice with his mind.

he was everything and always.
a design of skin and bones that i had the chance to hold,
he was a transient symbol of eternity
that i have never otherwise witnessed.

he was first, and he was love.
and he’ll always have a part of me.


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cynicallys:

“I think he’s very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes.”
The Royal Tenenbaums, 2001

This is how you lose her. 
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. 
You must remember when she forgets. 
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. 
She remembers when you forget. 
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her. 
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
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The track through the Myrtle Forest.
Collinsvale, Tasmania.