Love is Impatient, Love is Unkind

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She told herself to never find love again.
That having it once, and losing it once was more than enough. That being left the way she was nearly destroyed her, and she couldn't live with it happening again. Except now, she thinks she may love someone.
She thinks that what she feels every time she speaks to them, this happiness, this light, could very much so be love. The way it is so easy to talk them, how laughing, in the most genuine way is by far the least complicated thing she has ever done. How she finds herself wondering what they're doing, and how their day was. How she's truly interested in listening to their life stories. How spending time talking to them is by far one of her favorite things to do. How with them, she forgets who she misses and why. She remembered what happiness was because of them.
Because of them, she knows she is worth much more than she allows herself to think.
-Gabsviolet g.vio.g