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To know heartbreak means I've experienced love, but it can also signify I never truly healed from "the one" person who broke me that I believed to love me.
—Asia // dolluettes-prose
Can I tell you a secret, without fears rising to the surface? I want to be loved and witness it in its purest form. I want to feel its touch at dusk when the lights are dimmed, after we've spent lost hours admiring each other's bodies throughout the night. Your fingers interlacing with mine and in a faint whisper, you say "I fucking love you," letting a kiss take place as a moment of passion so profound it submerges me, suffocating me with a love where lust has no form. While dusk turns into dawn, your fingers untwine from mine only for a little bit until we find each other in the kitchen; the palm of our hands touching and fingers interlacing once more as you twirl me around, lowering me down softly onto the chair. Watching you pour the coffee into our mugs, leaving a kiss on my forehead.
—Asia // dolluettes-prose
Maybe, love is a sense of calmness? When you find that special someone that shuts down your nervous system in a way that says, “you’re safe here”
—Asia // dolluettes-prose
Is love considered a spectrum, when two people come together in ways that makes our sense of gravity questionable? If so, does one float above the clouds and the other tries to find a route that carries them easily into the air {maybe, they take hold of a hot air balloon until they’ve reached their lover.} OR maybe, it's not that simple as we'd like to believe for the spectrum travels between "I'll love you until the sunlight beams through the curtains of the window" to "I rather merge my soul with yours completely intertwined for an eternity"
—Asia // dolluettes-prose
In moments of doubt, I’ve prayed for a love that remains pure even when our minds are the impurest things about us—wondering what your mouth feels like on every part of my body.
—Asia // dolluettes-prose
I wasn't expecting to fall for you, although the simplest things carry me away with ease. Could it be that I never truly understood love until I met you? It doesn't seem like lust engulfs us, it's not purely sexual for we do exchange our "I miss yous" and "I adore yous" intensely. {I'm scared that you'll see the real me} that you'll hold me with caution at first but become careless as If you didn't intend to pursue this, us—me. {I want you, for eternity} hopelessly in love with you, knowing your love has touched me in a way that's indescribably perfect.
—Asia // dolluettes-prose
It's strange being "in love"—how is it your soul captivated me and you never once asked to see my bare skin. You admire my body as is fully clothed— not pleading to dissect me from the inside-out, your hands and mouth haven't met my flesh with certainty believing that's all I am.
Yet, somehow my lips crave to meet yours. I crave a connection with you that runs deeper than any ocean, to read each memory that hides in the fold of your brain. To know, the ordinary things that brought God's magnificent creation to life— I want to know the unordinary things that resembles flaws and mistakes, so I can love you more and never less. A love that runs deeper than romance novels but let's our generation believe in something magical without lust
—Asia // dolluettes-prose
I've seen love both conditional and unconditional, It's often hidden described as quiet but never as obsession. Then there's transactional love that disguises itself as unconditional but only consumes you and doesn't allow you to get close enough to consume them. Me, I am unconditional love always wearing my heart on display but captured by careless hands. It's unconditional without you having to ask for it— never will it be conditional.
—Asia // dolluettes-prose
