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Aug 2016
well it happens slowly, like falling asleep. you meet someone, somewhere, doesn't matter exactly who or the details, but. they just peak your interest. you find yourself drawn to them, wanting to know them, even just at the sight of their being; the way they do their hair, the way they smell, the position they're standing, their smile, etc. and when you talk to them, it just so happens to be even better, and although you perhaps don't notice it at first, you soon discover, maybe in days, weeks, months, who knows... but you discover that they're different. special. from the way they talk about their perspective of life, to the way their face lights up when they're just rambling about something they're ever so passionate about, even to the way they tell you goodmorning/goodnight. you'll discover yourself excited to hear back from them, ecstatic when they text you back, overjoyed when you hear their voice, and your heart will throb as you see their face; it'll be like you're seeing them for the very first time, in an even better light, and your heart will beat faster, and your breath will be taken aback, and you will feel your hands getting clammy as you try to think of something really good to respond with, something to brighten their face again because oh, you cherish that smile, the way their nose crinkles up when they laugh, all the itty bitty things. you adore them wholeheartedly. and when you realize how mad you are for them, because at first you may not even think of it as love, you might just think you're acting normal, that need to talk to them all the time? that burning feeling inside when you see them meeting other people? the way you never wanna let go when their arms are wrapped around you, and you feel as if you just stepped onto cloud nine and are soaring high? then suddenly, it hits you. at some point in time, you finally get a wave of reality; you're in love. you have fallen into love, the deep, dark hole you will struggle to climb out of, and ****, you. you never meant for this to happen, you never meant to let yourself fall for those blue eyes, the way they complimented you all the time, the way she made you laugh, the way he got your sense of humour. everything they did, that you loved so much. you never meant for this to happen! you'll then find yourself worrying constantly: am i being obvious? are they flirting? am i being flirty? what if they already know? why aren't they replying fast like usual? i swear they're usually on at this time, what if they're ignoring me? come backkkkk, hurry up, yes, respond, thank you, finally! stop being so cute, ****. oh my goodness, you need to just stop, like right now. why am i smiling so much, agh. you get me too **** much. all of the above may or may not happen, at least a couple of them. you're in love, you're crushing hard, you can put it however you want... it's happening. and the universe can't wait forever for you to do something about it, cause you either act upon it, or you live with waiting too long, and watching them find another pair of eyes to fall for as well. you live with not knowing whether their feelings were the same. you live with that awful, painful stinging feeling in your chest as they walk away, with someone else's hand holding theirs. you live with having to hold back something from someone you never had to hold back anything from. or you tell them, you confess your feelings, and you deal with the fact that yes; the worse thing they could possibly say, is no, i don't feel the same way. and maybe it gets awkward, maybe it doesn't. maybe you cry for a whole week at night before you go to bed, maybe you can't even look at them the same. but you know what? what if you don't? what if they feel the same way, and they don't hold back, you get to hold them and call them yours and everything feels perfect. love is a guessing game. love is beyond your control. love is pain, and jealousy, and tears, but it is also, and most purely; butterflies, smiles, laughter, acceptance, genuine, and true.

love is love; an extraordinary experience.
gabby
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gabby  canada
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   Orange Helsfield
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