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My Dimples of Venus and Your Blue Eyes 



I now admire my dimples of Venus. They are mesmerizing. It took me some time to get here, at this stage of self-admiration. 

Is there any meaning in having them? I am building my self-esteem up from shattered glass. The fire is back. I now hear people saying you are very strong, and I agree. It's the forza my best friend talks about. I call it courage. 

Your blue eyes. The catalysts. I revisit the past in black and white. Your blue eyes are still my weakness. 

I have always searched for you, and then I stopped looking. It seems like you had been there all along, and I didn't realize. It was like searching for air. It was all around me and yet invisible. 

I want the sun to burn my skin again. The vitality of the day entrenching my pores with joy and sweat. The perks of being close to the ocean. The second most perfect place after your blue eyes. I need you to make me yours with resolution and a brave spirit. I don't want crumbs anymore. I am ready for my well-deserved feast. The love of a lifetime. 


Comments

  1. Anonymous6:27 PM

    Beautiful. Simply beautiful in all ways. Stand up and chase after what you want and need.

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  2. Anonymous5:10 AM

    Meet me in Thailand. The beaches and waters will remind you of both your homes. Bring your beautiful eyes that match mine. Yin and yang, yet identical. One needed to become stronger while the other needed to become softer. Truth is, we both needed to become stronger and softer.

    You know how to reach me. I'm still waiting. I can't outrun destiny, just like you can't either. It is time to look inside and face truth before it's too late. Time is running out.

    I know you can already feel it.

    143 J9

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