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꧁"ƚԋҽყ αʂƙҽԃ, ԃσ ყσυ ʅσʋҽ ԋҽɾ ƚσ ԃҽαƚԋ? ι ʂαιԃ 'ʂρҽαƙ σϝ ԋҽɾ σʋҽɾ ɱყ ɠɾαʋҽ αɳԃ ɯαƚƈԋ ԋσɯ ʂԋҽ Ⴆɾιɳɠʂ ɱҽ Ⴆαƈƙ ƚσ ʅιϝҽ."꧂ Translation: "They asked, do you love her to death? I said 'speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life." Genre: Dark romance, Mafia, And Poetry. "I love you. I don't love the idea of you, what you can do for me, the way other people perceive you. I don't love the perfect portrait you portray, the smiles that you fake. I love you. I love your eyes Your hair Your touch Your laugh. I love the way you make me feel. Safe, And loved, And cherished. I love the lazy way you grin The things you will be and always have been I love the things about you that you hate I love your imperfections And your insecurities I love your style, your secrets, your beauty. So the next time I say "I love you" Don't take it as a lie Because my soul will keep loving you Long after I die." Was what Vernon would always say to you. And always still does. Vernon has and always will be the same man you married five years ago. You met unwillingly but as one might say "love at first sight"? Nonetheless. It's a marriage built on some lies, trust, and possession. Sometimes it's untrustworthy. But other times. It the same three words. "I trust you." Even if you know, one day. He might not come home alive. Or at all. ⟬As always. ҽɳʝσყ.⟭ 🕯️∘₊✧──────✧₊∘𝓞𝓖 ιdea.