avec toi, je sui moi

you're a philomath as you're a nepenthe. you just have massive, throbbing vocabularies she was searching for in this world of half lies. but two clever people can't fall in love. true love needs one idiot. and if a person expects a woman to be an angel, that person must first create heaven for her.

angels don't live in hell, after all. and it's not like the beauty the moon glow has using the light of the sun that never ask for anything in return. it does not work like that, and it stings when you want it to work but it just won't.

and you know better but to offer a lecture to a person who needs a hug. you know that. but you still did. you did when her thoughts cannot move an inch without bumping into some pieces of charles.

you still did even if you're the second choice.