No, I don’t love Mello.
I love Mihael in his purest, rawest form.
I love the twitch of the right side of his lips when he’s trying to hold back a laugh.
I love the way he laughs; this lively, energetic laugh that is so full of sincerity and emotion. The type of laugh that when you hear it, you cannot interrupt it, it is as though you are mesmerized by its beauty and he thinks that it sounds stupid but you can’t tell him exactly what is on your mind at that very moment, because you are just too stunned by this overwhelming urge to kiss him and love him and you wish he could see all these things but it’s something that’s just not as easy as one would think.
And I just stand there, lost for words, lost for actions, I even hold my breath and all my thoughts are just full of him, of Mihael, not Mello, because Mello is just an idea and Mihael is -
He’s-
Mihael is the universe compressed into a single, colourful mind that is this sad and beautiful human being and I simply can’t stop thinking about him.
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