He mastered the extremes: the savage bite marks and the gentle forehead kisses. She liked a fucking fierce love. He said: “Screw poetry, I just want to taste you and devour you”. And that was when she knew, lust didn’t co-exist with love.
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I'm a child borne of the opposite worlds of pragmatism and idealism. Since a tender age, I've learnt that optimism is not personality trait, but rather a discipline. I see myself as a bridge mediating between people and ideas, across cultures and beliefs. If maturity means being a cynic, if I have to extinguish the flames within myself that is naïve and romantic - the fire that gives my eyes the spark others notice - to claim maturity, is it not better to die young but with my humanity intact? Come join me in this exploration to grow younger each day. View all posts by hybrididealistpragmatist
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