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I felt so out of orbit. I had never wanted to tell anyone else the things I wanted to tell him. I kept my lips pressed tightly but somehow the words broke free and tumbled out. I wish they hadn't. This wasn't like me, being so vulnerable.
She studied the features of his face. He wasn't particularly beautiful but she liked the shape of his lips. Her eyes lingered on them as he spoke casually to her. Blinking suddenly she realized she hadn't heard a word he said. She smiled and nodded, feeling foolish but as soon as she regained her footing she felt herself slide back into her daydream.
Even though we are so different, I can relate. I know we have both felt the same feelings, thought the same thoughts at some point. And even though you don't feel like you can relate to me, it's okay. I know of your intentions. You don't want to delve below the surface. You want everything at surface level, everything to be plastic. But I can even relate to that.
There was an instant mutual attraction. Once his eyes fell into hers, the endless pits they both were, they were lost. Hopelessly in love. They had butterflies, fireworks, love songs playing over and over in their heads. In that one moment everything that ever was and ever would be flashed through their minds. But that wasn't logical, that wasn't reasonable that they could instantly fall for each other and run off into the sunset, holding hands. So, like fools, they parted ways.
It was a quiet setting. It was a place that they could just speak freely, and get to know each other one on one. She was surprised he was so eloquent and thoughtful. He was surprised she was so rash and daring. But each one complimented each other. They were two pieces of the same puzzle that perfectly fit. It was so easy, just like breathing. Effortless.
You've been warned. I am sometimes impatient. I cry easily. I love to laugh. A lot. I hate watermelon. I like walnuts. I want to give you my whole heart but I don't know quite how. But I'll try. You'll fall quickly, though, and hard. And once you're hooked you won't be able to imagine life without me. But you'll love it. You've been warned.
Morality is fictional. Nowadays morality doesn't exist. It's something you read about in an old book. Back when people cared. No one cares anymore, really, except for themselves. I wish people would rediscover morality. It's disappointing everyday because it doesn't exist.
Suppose for a second I went through with it. Would anyone notice? Would they realize they were wrong? I wonder these things frequently. Suppose I can overcome this feeling. What would the world hold for me?
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