Was it even love?

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Butterflies kicking in my chest, Heart beating faster with each going second, feeling somewhat like living finally for once. But what now?

The place in my heart overtaken by a heavy mist of loneliness, giving me pain with each breath I inhale, making me hard to breathe, to live and survive.

But does it matter?
Was it even love?

That lingering question echoed through the corridors of my mind as I grappled with emotions swirling within the spaces left by those who had once filled them serving as reminders of our capacity to love, to feel, to yearn.

Now, I realized that the answer to my question lay not in my affection, but in the depths of my own being.

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