The feelings that I'm discovering that I have for you feel like they have always been there, like I'm meant to love you. Every little butterfly seems familiar, almost like I'd known them as a child. I don't know why I feel so content, but I'm floating, and I absolutely love it. I can only hope that things happen in my heart's favor, or else I'm destined for ruin.
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A Jumbled Collective
NonfiksiThis is a collective of various journal entries and random pieces.
