I can't explain it - the feeling I get when I really look at him. It's a feeling in my chest, in my stomach. It's a rush of feelings throughout my whole body; underneath the surface of my skin, in my veins, in between every last single costal cartilage in my lungs. It's like a guitar strums beautifully in my stomach, and my lungs are a pianist's favourite piece. It's one look, that's all it takes. One look at him, and these emotions take me over. It's one look, and there's a sudden but calm change in the rhythm of my heart, and it echoes his name. It's one look, and I fall in love with him, again, and again.
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Non-FictionA collection of those writings where the chaos in my mind finds itself home.
