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late at night, after several hours of intense conversation in M.'s car, although my reason told me "it's late - go to bed," my heart told me "just one more cigarette." everyone has been telling me that i can't protect my heart forever, that you don't find love unless you risk the hurt. so here i am, letting him slide into my heart, scared shit-less that he will hurt me. i still can't fully admit it that i'm head over heels for him, to the point that i lose track of time when I'm with him.
beginning to understand each other.
a love starting to smolder; either to catch flame, or be extinguished in time.