Every word, every look, everything unintentional and meaningless fanned the flames.
Wasn’t love supposed to be a brilliant consuming?
If then, is this not love?
I felt the strain in my chest, but I knew not what to do about it.
I let the feeling engulf me and I studied it.
Was that what a broken heart felt like?
But isn’t breaking a sudden crash into a million tiny pieces?
A sudden piercing pain?
But that was not it.
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