The Art of Love

The Art of Love

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[Her] His eyes, everytime I look at them it feels like rainbow that appears up above the sky after a cruel thunderstorm. I hope he looks at me the same way he looks at her. [Him] Her eyes, shining like a diamond snowflake and as deep as the blue atlantic ocean, drowning me to the depths. I wish I could see what she's thinking right now.
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He just stood there. Looking at me. The way I had reacted had put him in a state of shock. "I... I um," Every word I had learned from pre-school to now had just flew out of my mind and left me speechless. "I should go." I could tell he could barely hear the hurtful words I had just chocked out of my mouth, but I didn't care. Not anymore. I walked away. Fighting back tears. I drove all the way to my house and when I got there I fell against the cold wall. What had just happened? All I knew is that I wasn't able to think straight. My mind was clouded with memories of him. I shook my head trying to forget everything that was involved with him. But I wasn't able to forget. These thoughts were a part of me now. He was a part of me.

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