My dear, you are confused. I love you for who you are. You love me for who you want to change me into. When I whispered in your ear, that I liked sunsets too, I don't quite think you understood. I see it as the sun goes down, but you see it as the#moonrising. Maybe one day I'll grow up and you'll size down. and you'll see that the sunset you see is not my own. You love to watch the sun setting making room for the moon. You find some sentimental bullshit in how the light descends to darkness. I just like the colors, dear. We are not the same.
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