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jours d'amour || days of love

A little peak into the three days I was totally in love with this irrelevant dude.

Day 1:
The day after the storm, it's a kind of morning after pill. I've been tired all day, I've been tired of longing for him. All day he's been on my mind, I shouldn't have spent the night so close to him. But he's too much for me, friends with all the girls.
And yet I still want him. I have never pined for someone to love me as much as I do he. But I try and convince myself that he gives me actual thought. I've always liked lying.

Day 2:
For the past couple days, I have felt nothing but helpless and hot, like a dog in heat. Hot because of the weather. Hot because of him.
But for the helpless part, it feels like I'm helplessly falling. Falling for him. Now, when I hear his name, talk about him or even think about him, my heart starts beating uncontrollably. My breathing goes uneasy. My hands begin to quake.
I can't be too certain in saying he's just another one. But he feels like the first, even if he isn't.

Day 3:
I'm done going crazy. My want for this 'dude' has gone far too long and far too strong. I'm sick of my heart fluttering every single second. But, I don't think I can let him go yet. Sure, I can help him with yet another heart break. And yes, I can swallow the feelings I tried so hard to admit. But that doesn't mean I can cope with him constantly longing for another girl, especially while in longing for him. I give up. If he wants me after this, he shall wait. Just like I did.