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How my emotions work
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you deserve someone who isn’t embarrassed to love you and tells all their friends about you and saves your selfies, whether they’re good or bad to look at when they miss you and loses sleep to talk to you and tells you how much they love you and how beautiful you are all the time and i really hope you find that one day because you deserve to be loved
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He quietly prepared for the day he’d open his eyes to find her gone, her covers thrown back, the flowery scent of her still clinging to the pillowcase. She wasn’t one to run away, not in the meaning of being scared and making a run for it, but she wasn’t one to settle down, either. And it hurt him, in a way he could not put into words, that even his love could not make her stay. That it wasn’t enough. That she bolted whenever things turned serious and that she outran her demons instead of fighting them. Instead of living with them. That she even outran him. “She’s like a free bird. If you make a move to clip her wings, she’ll take flight,” was what his mother used to say. “If you think you can catch up with her, think again. She’ll only urge her feet to carry her even faster,” was what his friends said. There was no calming her down. No reducing her booming voice to a soft whisper. So he accepted it reluctantly, the simple fact that she could not and didn’t want to be tamed, not by him and not by anyone else. It was what she was. It was who she was.
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I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart.
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