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[I am rewriting this because i stopped writing for a while and then when i came back and read it, i cringed]

He loved me in ways that made me believe in God.
He walked closer to me as Icarus flew toward the Sun.
He tried to bring me back from the dead the way Orpheus ventured himself to the land of the dead to attempt to bring his Eurydice back to life.
I loved him the ways that he stopped believing in love.
He was so beautiful, that I wanted to destroy all the sculptures created by all the talented creators so that He was the only beautiful creature standing and the only talented creator would be the one that created him; God himself.