How could I have possibly fallen into love once again, after trying so hard not to?
The fact that I've done this before only strengthens the confusion and anger I feel growing within.
Yet here I am... Telling whispered gossips of nothing to no one.
At this point, I'm more in wonder with my own inability to function, than I am with her smile and her eyes.
I admit that I had once thought myself to be moving slowly, but now I dare not go in any direction, for fear of acting out the history I once so eagerly committed.