That fucking weird ass feeling that your heart feels when you're walking by the street and you cross your way with a person using the same perfume that reminds you of the person you miss so much.
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I saw you. I didn't feel the butterflies in my stomach, I didn't feel my heart raising, neither the craving and need to kiss you. I just saw you, and you were like any other guy.
And I promise you that it was all your fault.
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Do yourself a favor and get over the person that doesn't love you.
YOU ARE READING
Notes of a broken heart.
RomansOne day I'm going to write everything that I feel, and you're going to read it wondering if it's about you. Probably it will, or possibly it won't anymore. ***
