Infatuation and Love.
Amazing. I mean, it’s amazing to me because these are different definitions than how I would put them into words but in this context they make perfect sense.
Still, dissecting my confusion I procured two different value systems, two different minds living in one brain writing with the same pair of fingers.
To me, perfection is a corollary of love; that is, when you love someone, either through sheer surprise beyond your expectations, or through a rational decision to develop an attraction into a stronger connection, your object of attention becomes the sole standard of beauty to measure everything else.
Suddenly, the sewers smell like fragrant blood drained from a holocaust of chamomile tea. Because he loved sipping chamomile tea, at times Earl Grey or cold cider, in the morning, proofreading your manuscripts.
Suddenly, daylight becomes an enemy for he loved forming coffeeblack circles over your papers, under his eyes.
He never sleeps for the sky needs to see the night bared in matted lashes framing your portrait inside.
~PB
labprend: haay. SO TRUE
