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Feb 2016
My friend once told me that being attracted to a girl
Always starts by seeing how pretty she looks.
Eyes glued to curves like it was a math exam.
You won't get it till you've analyzed it.
Thoughts bursting with vivid images of someone
You hardly even know.
Already unraveling the endless possibilities or maybe just the clothes.
Imagining how you would spend time together or even forever.
All of that in just a couple of seconds each time a girl walks by.
Then,
I explain to him,
What I saw was how angelic her voice sounded like.
She sang endlessly as her melody repeats
Uncontrollably in my thoughts to my ears.
How caring she could be even of the slightest of troubles.
Constantly asking me how I was even though
She was starting to annoy me.  
How her kindness would render everyone happiness and comfort.
Her heart full of warmth similar to that of a
Hearth next to a fireplace blazing and flaring not wanting
Anyone to feel like frost icing
How she danced and ambled her way
Through the stage "literally" killing everyone.
How she made me feel joyous even with just her presence.
How she made me realize that the essence of falling in love was not Exactly a bad thing
And how she also made me realize that falling in love was a
Really bad thing,
But above all that, it was how she made me.
Me to who I am.
Only then did I realize,
Oh wow she's really pretty
Cup Noodles
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