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I fell for him at fifteen.
It wasn't fast, nor at first sight... it was not Cupid's magical and chemical touch of life.
It was slow, it was uncomfortable...
I used to like his eyes... black as night.
I used to like his laugh as falls... and his voice that I still remember on my dreams...
I liked his back and the way it looked when walking...
I even liked the way he looked when he walked away from me...
Sometimes I wonder if I still like him... sometimes I wonder if the reasons I remember were enough...
It wasn't fast, nor at first sight... it was not Cupid's magical and chemical touch of life.
It was slow, it was uncomfortable...
I used to like his eyes... black as night.
I used to like his laugh as falls... and his voice that I still remember on my dreams...
I liked his back and the way it looked when walking...
I even liked the way he looked when he walked away from me...
Sometimes I wonder if I still like him... sometimes I wonder if the reasons I remember were enough...