{3} love

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"what do you think love is?" she asked Mitch. This took him for surprise at first, but then he remembered that she's higher than the big trees.

They laid under the stars. He thought it was romantic and cliché, almost sickening, but Cassie enjoyed it. She always was fascinated by the stars. The pure vagueness of them intrigued her.

He thought about his reply for awhile, it didn't matter anyway, Cassie had no sense of time.

"Love is when you're so infatuated with someone, or something, that it literally consumes your thoughts. Love is when you get butterflies in your stomach at the mere thought of them. Love is when you would do anything for them. Love is sacrificing yourself, your happiness, for someone else's. It's waking up and going to sleep with them on your mind." he leans over on his side to face her.

"What do you love?" he had a feeling that she was going to mention drugs or alcohol, but he was wrong.

"I'm too fucked up to love anything" she says, her speech slurred, a reply Mitchel did not expect.

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