23 days, 19 hours, 52 minutes.
And it came back. You.
I was doing so good. But all it took was one nanosecond.
All the effort over these days were suddenly nothing.
I feel like a chain smoker having a long drag of his favorite brand.
Or like an alcoholic having scotch, neat.
Or a realist dreaming again.
The first few moments felt like flying
It’s in mid-flight that I realized that isn’t the skies I was flying to
It’s the ground. I wasn’t flying. I was falling.
#Non-Fiction
-S
I love your thoughts beautiful, you are in my head.
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Thank You W. Means a lot. I don’t like my thoughts most times and here you are loving them. *blushing*
-S
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You have to love your thoughts beautiful, because they are yours. To love your thoughts are to love yourself. And yes, I love your thoughts because they seem to be cut from the same cloth as mine.đ. Reblush**
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High Five *in the air*
-S
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Double High Five while jumping. (adds dramatic effect)
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