Falling In Love

Falling in love kind of feels like having massive music ADHD: one minute you’re all acoustic-coffee shop emotional swooning over Bright Eyes and thinking about forehead kisses and prolonged eye contact, and the next you’re balls deep (mm, I’m romantic) in some smooth and sensual R&B that makes you wanna just naked wrestle your crush all night.

The stolen glances, the anticipated breathlessness on seeing them, the butterflies you feel when they touch you, the rush when they press their lips on your forehead, the fire when their body is pushed against yours.

I convinced myself I was strong enough not to need your constant presence, and somewhere in the process of talking myself into letting myself love you, this combination of strong and smart that you were supposed to respect and admire backfired and took me down.


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