pov: your jealous of your romantic book characters because their past was amazing.
Her dark eyes that can either be brown or black, her nose's sharp bridge, her full matte pink lips that look smooth, even when she's just awoken, her wavy raven black hair that she tried dying red when we were in our relationship--it was pretty cool, but she didn't dye the tips like she wanted, and instead made all of her waves crimson. "I love it..." I remember stroking her wet ringlets as she wiped her face from the dye that accidentally brushed her face, smudging it with a blush pink. I remember kissing her then, softly then teething her lower lip the way she likes, "...but your natural hair is beautiful, yeah?". Her face had turned burgundy. "But it's whatever you want." I'd said, and later that evening, I washed it out for her.
like why isn't my life this way 😭😭
the stuff i write is so terribly sweet, i feel the weight of my singleness ;-;
and i write good romance too ;-;
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