love, what is love?

Sep 13, 2010 21:35

They say I worry too much.

My neurones are running amok, they are wild. Do you love me, he asked. Love does not exist in my dictionary, I replied unblinkingly. Thoughts that were never meant to be gripped me every night. I see you with him, and I try to inch, just a little closer, to a love that wasn't mine.

I saw you. An introvert. Shy, quiet, demure, mildly charming. That was before I see you, with him in the equation. Something new sparkled in your eyes. Perhaps it was love, but I daren't admit it.

That's because I love him too

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They say I worry too much, but only I know the truth.

sad

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