Writing about love never occurred to me because I had never ever felt that ever with anyone I met ...all these humans around me raving about the way they felt when someone touched them and how it made them speechless and unable to say anything sensible and I thought all that was nonsense and just over hyped feelings of hopeless romantics like me who had leaned far too much to the other side and lost their minds and I vowed to never ever end up like them but then I met him and no everything didn't change but I lost my stupid fears every time he held my hand and told me he loved me like it was the easiest thing for him to do in the world .Like I belonged to him and every other alternative is horrifying and false and painful and I lost my voice trying to say something back as I watched his fingers rub my skin gently and point out ink marks and go on about how soft they were and I lost my heart when he looked at me with those adorably cute eyes and smiled.
So now, I will write about love.
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