I hate these times.
The ones where it feels as if each hour is a snail, slowly dragging by with no intent of coming sooner. The ones where I am sitting on the bench outside by the river and waiting for daylight to come. The ones where the roaring of the river cannot silence my thoughts.
The ones where all I think about is him.
I think about the countless hours I have spent trying to conjure how I feel about him. It is so easy for me to say I hate him but one glance from him and I am lovestruck.
I laugh at my thoughts and how cliche this is. How I am some hopeless romantic falling in love with the "bad boy".
My mind and heart seem to become two separate things when it comes to him. My mind telling me that I have to stay away if I want to avoid heartbreak. But my heart yearns for him, for his smile, for his eyes, for his touch. I guess that saying "mind over matter" isn't quite true when it comes to me. My mind and heart seem to be in a tug of war; pulling from each other with no intent of letting the other win. But:
My heart always wins.
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