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I had gone the whole day for the first time ever without thinking about you. Well, almost. I went to check my inbox and noticed you texted me. You texted me. I was just getting over you. I thought we were done talking. But you sent me a text saying "This is how I feel about you" with a song connected. I listened on the verge of tears; the crying words of Paramore reached towards my chest broke my ribs and clenched my heart tightly in its gentle hand. At first Pain surged through my body. Then Warmth caressed my whole being. Pain because of past emotions rising from the deepest most secretive parts of my heart. Warmth because the thought of He still cares. So I texted back, we talked for a little while. And I cherished every single word. Because it was the first time in months where he wasn't bitter angry and sad. He was happy and he had moved on. Which made me happy because I finally got some closure that all is good, I guess. But when he said good night. All the happiness All the Warmth left the night with him. And I was just left with pain and emptiness. Love Hurts.
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Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 10:46 PM UTC
All is good... I guess
I had gone the whole day for the first time ever without thinking about you. Well, almost. I went to check my inbox and noticed you texted me. You texted me. I was just getting over you. I thought we were done talking. But you sent me a text saying "This is how I feel about you" with a song connected. I listened on the verge of tears; the crying words of Paramore reached towards my chest broke my ribs and clenched my heart tightly in its gentle hand. At first Pain surged through my body. Then Warmth caressed my whole being. Pain because of past emotions rising from the deepest most secretive parts of my heart. Warmth because the thought of He still cares. So I texted back, we talked for a little while. And I cherished every single word. Because it was the first time in months where he wasn't bitter angry and sad. He was happy and he had moved on. Which made me happy because I finally got some closure that all is good, I guess. But when he said good night. All the happiness All the Warmth left the night with him. And I was just left with pain and emptiness. Love Hurts.
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Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 10:46 PM UTC
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