this is love (or part III)

[blueasyellow]

“You know something, kid, you’re a big thinker.” I search for sarcasm, but you’re voice is nothing but genuine. I inhale as you speak, catching your words in my lungs. My teeth ache with the sweetness and I catch myself getting lightheaded. “No I’m not,” I shrug. I’m a sixteen year old girl. There’s nothing profound about that. “Well, maybe not.

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[liquid_taurean]

' The potency of these chemicals is intoxicating. I’ve found the perfect drug and as addiction sets in reality crumbles, revealing the bigger plan we all seem to miss. Suddenly everything is so relative that nothing is real, nothing except for this feeling. Someone needs to bottle this. Someone needs to call Buddha and tell him he’s got it all wrong. Enlightenment isn’t self-denial, its one thirty am on the beach in November. And just as this starts to get really good, just as the most satisfying numbness I’ve ever felt begins to radiate from my heart to my head to my toes, “We should get going,” you say. “Yeah,” I say. And the ride is over before you know it. '

I think the Buddah would disagree with you, because that feeling does not last forever :)

But you are in love. There is no better feeling, if it is returned. Congratulations :). Treasure every single second, because it happens once and then it's gone.