Reflection #21
I won't deny that I was aware of your pulchritude. However, it was nothing to do with your pulchritude. As I got to know you more, I began to realize that pulchritude was the least of your qualities. I became fascinated by your rectitude. I was drawn in by it. I didn't know what was happening to me. It was only when I began to feel actual, physical pain each time you left the room that I realized: I was in love, for the first time in my life. I knew it was impracticable, but that mattered not to me. And it was not that I have wanted to have you.
All I have wanted was to deserve you.
But, albeit all has come to pass, you'll always be my Bryonic hero.
All I have wanted was to deserve you.
But, albeit all has come to pass, you'll always be my Bryonic hero.
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