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"Love",
often following the word "fucking",
of the phrase,
"fucking shut up"-
alchemizes an eldritch horror capable of destroying and creating worlds,
protecting and neglecting beings,
and simultaneously all four above combined because it solidifies it into something completely juvenile.
Despite it sounding dismissive,
it transforms the former phrase,
"I love you",
into an adamantine affirmative.
This is made even more transparent when
The Two are entangled into each other's limbs and hair:
on a planet sleeping soundly,
dreaming of tulips and daffodils and other flora worth desiderium.
They're sweaty and heavy-lidded,
but for the first time in a long time,
from sleep.
And yet they look at each other with such unabashed conviction that the other is looking back at them.
They're looking at The Caves-turned-Grottos in each other's eyes and the still pools of water at the very bottom.
It's like a mirror for each other,
but they're looking back at themselves in their reflections.
They choose to keep their eyes open even though they know if they were to close them,
the other would still remain.
"Fucking shut up",
is so childish and makes,
"Love",
so raw because of how uncomplicated it is.
It's,
"I do, too, how could I not? I never stopped missing you, and now in your arms I can finally let myself be caught".
Docile,
vulnerable,
small,
because they've changed and sometimes one must shed a few layers.
"And it's a lot easier to do so with you".
To be childishly in love isn't wrong.
Perhaps to denote,
"Fucking shut up",
as childish is what is wrong.
In fact maybe that's what's immature.
Most adults feel as if they must hide away under their mother's skirts whenever things become too much for them.
Even when that skirt is purely metaphorical not only in this suggestion but their own reality.
They didn't have a skirt to hide under.
"Fucking shut up",
is, "I love you",
with a pinky promise,
but when a pinky promise really means something
and always did
and always will.
It's,
"Death till us part- One flesh, One end".
It's another dialect in which someone promises to support someone,
care for them,
care for them to the best of their ability and judgment regardless if that turned out to be the best decision or not.
Hindsight is 20/20 and your sunglasses are thick for a reason.
Ultimately,
it doesn't matter if,
"Fucking shut up",
is childish or mature regardless of how one defines either word within the context of love,
because the response was for one person,
and they speak the same language.
And it's their mother tongue-
one that few can understand,
but never communicate.
The others have their own language anyways,
and this one is for
The Two.
And that's alright,
because,
"Love",
often following the word,
"fucking",
of the phrase,
"fucking shut up",
alchemizes an eldritch horror capable of destroying and creating worlds,
protecting and neglecting beings,
and simultaneously all four above combined because it solidifies it into something completely arcane-
and for them pure.
It's not glass,
it's iridescent bubble marbles.