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Not Your Average Love

The average American teenage girl,

when in love,

will lose and average of two hours of sleep a night

talking to that special someone.

On average,

they also might experience a mild case

of internal befuddlement.

No worries though,

it only feels as if your stomach imploded

and your heart is in your throat.

Plus, the elevated levels of dopamine in your system

can only mean one thing:

Delusions of grandeur.

Stay calm!

These will only further explain the feeling

you are experiencing,

and that my friend is

infatuation,

adoration,

fascination,

or in other words,

Love.

When it comes to love,

I broke terminal velocity when I fell for you.

But, you know,

terminal velocity is just an average.

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Sep 17, 2013
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