what if things happen and it all comes to an end?
what if.
"Yes, I’ve been in love before. It was probably the most terrifying, yet most beautiful feeling I’ve had in my life so far. I’m sitting here trying to collect my thoughts about how to explain what it was like, but it’s almost impossible to describe. It’s one of those feelings you have that you simply can’t quite put into words. I’m not sure what i would call it now, because of how it ended. But there was a time when i could call it love, and when i felt it for the first time, i craved it more, and more. I would just look over at him, and my smile was so effortless. Every time i looked at him my breath was taken away. My heart would beat so quickly, and butterflies would flutter all around in my stomach. Everyday i spent with him was considered the new best day of my life, because i fell in love with him over, and over, and over again. He made me feel so worthy. Alive. Important. Good enough. Safe. Beautiful. Wonderful. He made me feel fearless. As long as he was next to me, everything was okay. I felt like i could conquer the world, and do anything that i wanted. He really was something. He touched a part of my soul that was never discovered until i met him. There was something about the way he looked at me that made me feel beauty. The way his arms comforted me, and made me feel secure. There was just something between us that i can never forget. Our story is seared into my memory, and i’ll never really understand what went wrong. It was out of our control i suppose, and It felt overwhelming at times. I remember we were crazy about each other at one point. There were days i felt like i couldn’t make it through without seeing him even if it was just for a minute, because that minute meant everything to me. He was all i could think about from the moment i woke up to the moment my day was done. I missed him. Every second, every minute, every moment, every hour, everyday. I truly missed him. Everything that i did reminded me of him. No matter what i was doing, i wanted him by my side. Even if i was doing nothing i wanted him near me, because doing nothing with him meant absolutely everything to me. It felt like a drug that i couldn’t stop taking. I wanted more, and i couldn’t stop craving. And last but not least, it felt like learning how to ride a bicycle. I was scared, but reckless. "
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