Puff

The human version of sun.
My yellow color.

My twinflame.

Crystal child.

Old soul.

The most unique human being.

So cool, unique, adventurous, creative, kind, wise, funny and extremely brave.
Being with unforgettable bright smile, gunmetal blue eyes, freckles and a birthmark on their ear.

Being who listens to Lord Huron and Cavetown.

Being that feels like home.

Being that smells like milk and honey.

Being who loves adventures and every form of art.

Being who likes to explore, travel, write poetry, paint on the walls.

Miracle and art itself.

Being who will teach you to live and be yourself.

Never take Puff for granted, you will regret it sooner or later.

Never hesitate to let them know that you love them and that you want to die by their side.

Losing Puff was probably the worst thing that ever happened to me. It wasn't what I wanted but it was what I needed. Losing a Puff was like losing a part of my self. It hurt like a fiery sword piercing my chest. I felt my soul breaking in half.

After Puff left, whole world turned black and white. The sun stopped shining, flowers lost their bright colors and birds stopped singing. Nothing was making sense anymore.

Together Puff? Together.

After all this time, I think of my Puff when I am watching the stars.✨