An extremely common disease.
It wont kill u even though u feel like it might.
And what makes it tricky is that u can't catch it until u've recovered.
Most people don't even know this disease exists.
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Instead
they angrily say he/she was a jerk,
or that he/she was a different person than they thought.
Those with the most balanced wiew manages to sit still and let the fact that he/she didn't like them back slowly, painfully and definitely crush them.
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The fact is it starts the same way every time.
Two people understand each other.
They find themselves on the same level.
Maybe even bring out the good in each other.
.
And then they start talking, really talking.
Stories are told that are otherwise kept untold.
Deep thoughts are exhanged.
An intimate way of speaking evolves.
Feelings grow.
.
For one of the two.
.
Then the day comes when the inevitable happen.
It is realized that
what for one was a life altering experience,
for the other it was nothing more than a somewhat regular occurence in his/hers dayplanner when some ideas were molded.
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The worst thing is.
It is only by taking the high risk that u might get infected
that u have the slightest chance of being struck by another virus,
called love.
.
Black or white.
Bend of break.
Way up or way down.
A heart broken
or a heart filled up to the brim.
1 comment:
Sånt där gör ont och det är för lätt att säga get over it. En erfarenhet rikare och jag är så stolt över att du vågat tänka känna och vara dig själv i sammanhanget. And the winner iiiiiis .. Mer per telefon *KRAM*
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