love is complicated. One day there's this flutter in your chest, making you excited but anxious. Anxious for the moment that fluttering might stop. The moment all that's left is cold and a gaping hole. But maybe that moment will never arrive, maybe you will have eternal butterflies, maybe this person will never leave you cold and forgotten, but we will never know. Because love is a risk and it sure is a complicated one.
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me