just something short and sweet. enjoy CL
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Sometimes the feeling is there, but only sometimes and that makes me wonder if it’s real. Because how can something be real and true especially this, if it’s not constant? Isn’t its strength in its consistency? Or has all this staring at you upside down rotted my brain out? But it feels real. Does its tangible affect make it real or it’s it all the mind? It makes me wonder. It makes me wonder a lot of things, and you never thought I was much of a thinker. I’m not really. But this has been itching me, ever since your smell of foreign cigarettes and faint touches cause such a stirring in my brain. I’d like to ask you about things about this, but I’m too afraid. Too afraid that my questions would indite commitment and you would walk away. I’m afraid of questions and you’re afraid of commitment, such the pair we make. But the feeling is still there. It’s soft and warm, and makes my extremities tremble as it snakes up my skin and through my blood. It spoons me into a day dreamy aura, where nothing really maters unless it’s about you and me. Then it’s gone, before I can grasp hold and keep it. Before I can write down all the effects it causes. The shivering of my flesh, the goosebumps and the tranquility. I wish it would stay longer, but each time it flees and I feel empty. So perhaps this is real, perhaps it is fantasy, perhaps it is all in my mind. But only sometimes.
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