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Beth Dec 2019
I have a hard time describing love, I have failed numerous times. I began to think about what love really was but there was nothing, to me love was nothing.

Days went on and I couldn't stop asking myself, " What does love feel like, what does love feel like?" Still, nothing. Then it hit me, I may not know what love feels like but I know what it doesn't feel like:

Love doesn't feel like spending every weekend alone on your couch waiting for that call.

Love doesn't feel like you're filled with negative colors like red and blue.

Love doesn't feel like the cold tile of your bathroom floor and tears streaming down your face.

Love doesn't feel like raindrops falling off your hair and onto your new dress they didn't even notice.

Love doesn't feel like a sore throat after hours of yelling at each other.

But still, what does love actually feel like. To the best of my ability, I crafted another list:

Love feels like the soft burn of your cheeks when they compliment you.

Love feels like their warm embrace.

Love feels like all the colors of the rainbow are filling you body.

and most importantly, love feels natural.
Beth Dec 2019
I said I wont miss her and I don't. She lied and I'm better off without her. Though, I loved the way her eyes reflect such glorious colors and the way raindrops shimmered in her hair. These are just memories, I don't miss her.

We spent the seasons together and explored the world as if it was our own. We walked barefoot through icy creeks in the fall and her hand fit perfectly in mine like a puzzle piece. These things were nice but i don't miss the feeling of shame in my stomach. In fact, I don't miss anything about her at all..

If this were true I wouldn't care what she thinks, so why do I? She never felt the same for me and I probably never cross her mind, so why does she cross mine? She used me like a board game, played me until she won but I was too far gone to notice. I gave her the world, she had my world in her hand and she crushed it. I watched as the pieces fell through her fingers and crashed on the ground. I don't miss that.
This is a work in progress right now but, I'm so far very proud of it.

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