But I read the note that you never wrote.

I am falling in love with your words. You used ‘fuck’ around a dozen times and it sounded too innocent that I feel like you have never really been, fvcked. Or maybe once, by life, or twice, by love or thrice, by the words I will tell you now.

And if these words will do maybe I will say them again, a dozen times, twice, even more.

I am falling in love with your words. You repeat the same word, phrase or statement and each time it has a different meaning like when I say I am falling in love with your words. I am falling in love with your words. And I am falling in love with you…r words.

One day I wanna write your words in cinema. Letters and images will embrace each other so peacefully that it will sound and look too innocent like you do.

I will find the things you often misplace and you will misplace the things that I often keep. Your name will sound like liquor to me and my name will smell as sweet to you. We will lose ourselves in the taste of it but it will, still, feel too innocent like the marriage of literature and film.

And I have fallen in love with your words. Especially when you never wrote love between you and i. But somehow, I have fallen in love with your words.

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