what i am feeling at this exact moment is unconquerable above all. this is me writing away my dreamy yet organic illiterate experiences in my head and most importantly at the moment, in my heart.
i am infatuated with this man. i do. after years, i am swept off my feet once again; i am enamoured of him.
oh, the feeling. the feeling. this darn feeling. how could i do my thoughts and my aches of him justice? i am under his spell. whenever these unexplainable events happen, it is likely to be remembered by only me as i prefer them repressed likewise the feeling after a brutal heartbreak, a killer of one's heart. this probably occupies several other overthinkers like me and not in a bad way.
we have known each other for a year and believe me when i say that it is like a swift force that catches you off ground to start you up to function, in other words, to make you feel alive. i may say this while i can otherwise there may never be any instinctive moves left in me—he is my serotonin.
is this supposed to be a symptom of love? i bet i am still only around the edges of it but i am okay. i will learn to love him from afar even when it is never returned.
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Let Me Rest For Awhile
Puisishe's the main character falling in love with the wrong ones in this one. [poetry/prose]
