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- ─ ────────── (xxｓｗｅｅｔ xxｔａｌｋ xxｔｏxxｍｙxx ｅａｒｓxx ！xx) ────────── ─ -
kalon name: aurora, but she goes by aurie
gender: aurie identifies as female.
what is love?
love is a finicky thing. love is different from every other emotion, because it can't always be identifiable. when you cried with rage,
you knew you were acting disgruntled. when you felt tired and your bones ached, feeling like you progressed 50 years ahead against
all odds from what modern science tells us, you knew you were weary and done for the day. these were emotions embedded deep in
our primal selves. they were wired to be instincts, to help us survive. they are what kept us on our toes, ready for what mother
nature would throw at us at any given time. when the modern century rolled around, with new medicines and farms to grow crops
and cattle, we no longer had to fight to survive. we weren't nomads anymore, we could finally settle down next to a nice and
consistent source of food. breeding was no longer the gauge of who was the fittest to survive. we had more to do with our lives than
to breed and raise our children to then breed and raise their own brood. maybe, although some might argue with me, that's when
we began to allow ourselves to love. maybe it all started when we no longer had to run. hopeless romantics might disagree with me,
"but my great great (and so forth) grandma and grandpa loved each other!" nothing personal kid, but i doubt your grandfather cared
much about your grandmother when a saber tooth tiger took her instead of him. he probably thought something along the lines of
"thank god i live to see another day" or something like that, except in caveman talk, not english. but see, that's why some might call
me cynical. jaded, even. truth is, maybe (just, maybe), i wasn't afraid of the truth as others were. love was fairly new to humans.
just like the next beta update of snapchat (i'm a software developer, sue me), love wasn't quite ready to be present on all platforms
for everybody just yet. maybe (just, maybe), i was one of those outdated phones that weren't ready. so here i am, typing my bio for
'HER', a dating app for girls to find other girl loving girls. i'm sure the app meant for me to reply with something along the lines of 'a
chemical reaction :p haha', but i cant hide who i am. my name's aurora (so modern, i know), twenty three, the occasional poet, and
im just a little disbelieving of people's true intentions when they want to love me. see, maybe (just, maybe), i'm afraid of getting
hurt. but i digress. love is, and maybe always will be, a mystery to me. but i don't want to continue living like this. i want to one
day wake up next to a beautiful woman in bed with me, and i want my cheeks to flush and my chest to swell with pride at her.
because in that moment, i'll know she loves me. and i'll love her.
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- ─ ────────── (xxｓｗｅｅｔ xxｔａｌｋ xxｔｏxxｍｙxx ｅａｒｓxx ！xx) ────────── ─ -
when do you know she's the one?
knowing she's the one is an explainable feeling. it starts with a touch, and a blooming desire inside you. it turns into those sleepless
nights in bed where you hug a long abandoned stuff animal to your chest and think about the way her toothy smile sent shocks
down your spine. the way her heart belonged in the universe instead of a body, because it was larger than life and no one was
worthy of it. it was the way your body itched to get closer whenever you were around her, wanting to just reach over and kiss her.
the way her tears hurt your heart worse than a heart attack (well, assuming by the accounts of survivors). the way you wanted to
smash whoever hurt her to pieces, at whatever consequences were rendered upon you. it would be an awful thing, being wrapped
around the finger of a goddess. but, for her, it would all be worth it. it would be worth it for that moment when you leaned in and
cupped her jaw softly, framed like a question. the race of her pulse, the weight of the stars and the possibility of your love and
future. with her.
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