Whatever Love we both agreed means, Love me.

Love me like the wind pushes the ocean waves, and the waves slams into the seawall that protects the town.

Love me like a reader breaks the spine of books by reading it again and again.

Love me like fire consumes woods and gives warmth into the hollows of chimneys before it turns it into cinders.

Love me until I’m worn out, dishiveled. Until my colors are washed off and my pieces are torn apart. Until my dress is tattered and barely covers anything. For our rings covers it all under the blanket of night.

Whatever Love we both agreed means, Love me. But with all of that, keep my heart, keep it whole. Hold my hand the same way we held our vows.

And when the world see me. I want them to see that I have been loved, with my heart still beating. With your hand and mine intertwined; Our vows speaks of love. Promised. And made it.

By arcticnym

to weave something out of my string of thoughts

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