Water Logged
- LETTURE 76
- Voti 7
- Parti 2
He flooded me with emotions I didn't want to feel.
When someone asked me about our relationship after everything I replied; water logged.
They looked at me funny.
But he overtook, saturated and flooded my mind, body and senses whenever he was near.
I never thought he saw me... knew who I was or that I even existed.
Turned out he did.
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