You fall in love with the little things about someone.
Like the sound of their laughter.
And the way their smile forms.
And the complexity of their eyes.
And how their hands feel in yours, the warmth of their body.
And the way they call your name.
And how their tone changes when they talk about something they love.
And how you slowly learn to love it just from hearing them speak about it.
But slowly it destroys you from the inside out, and you're left with nothing but a hollow shell of what you used to be; and the memories of your love.
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Legacy.
RandomA collection of small fragments of my mind over a period of time. Updates everyday.
