It’s 12:50 a.m. and I think I’m falling.

Reader, have you ever been the lonely damsel broken in a pitiful state, trying to look for each missing piece that went astray? Then finally, after wandering the infinity of tears and realms of sadness, your eyes meet his eyes and everything slowed down into jolts of undefinable sparks bursting through your veins as if electrifying you in deep gushes of unexplained feelings that even I, the writer, does not know if what I am writing makes sense.

Oh dear reader, am I in love?


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