I hate it when feelings got heavier and deeper; heart begs for more and you couldn't simply halt at "enough". I hate it bad. Your mind starts to revolve around all possibilities in the whole wide world, you fall asleep with made up dreams already in mind only waiting to be explored and experienced in another world, your giggles are irrepressible every time you catch him running round your tiny little thoughts, you suck at denying to yourself (your hardcore attempts were mostly assumed failures) but you win to others; you fooled others these are intrinsically mere fun because you did have fun, little that others know and for God's sake you of all people know- the feelings grow out of proportion and now he's all you have in mind. No you don't call him or text him whenever he's attacking your heart; you don't do a thing. You are happy just by the replayed memories, the joys and laughters, the little moments, the silence, the more-to-come plans and all that's worth when you were together. Nothing hurts anymore. And you, miraculously, begin to believing, again...
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