Two-Day Romance (Personal)

There are times when I wonder why I am like this, why do I do this, why am I hurting from this, why am I becoming attached, why am I continually looking at you and wishing you could see my thoughts in my eyes, why can I not act straight-forwardly, why do butterflies seizure in my stomach when you catch my glance?

Two-day romances hurt like hell. It’s as if our silent attention towards each other screams that neither of our words proved worthy of remembering when we spilled our minds for three hours past midnight.

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