It's not that I don't love, I still do. But I've been contradicting myself whether I am truly in love or am I just in love with the idea of falling in love.
"Why won't you write about love, anymore?" He asked.
"What's the point of writing when you can no longer feel?"
"But what if I can make you feel again?" He was trying.
"I would write for you but I can't promise whatever written is true."
And I gave him a devious smile before walking away that instantly made him stop asking again.
"Why won't you write about love, anymore?" He asked.
"What's the point of writing when you can no longer feel?"
"But what if I can make you feel again?" He was trying.
"I would write for you but I can't promise whatever written is true."
And I gave him a devious smile before walking away that instantly made him stop asking again.
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