InfatuationIt was a quiet sort of love. The kind that needed no words or actions, but simply that acknowledged look from across the room. It was the sort of love that you desperately hope to be real, yet somehow you always manage to convince yourself that it was just all in your head. It was that certain feeling of familiarity, as if you've known them all your life. It was the feeling of fulfillment you get, and how seeing them just always seems to make your day. It was an evasive type of love, because on some days, the look in their eyes begins to stir up doubts, just when assurance was only a step away. It was a lonely type of love, where all you canInfatuation
SilenceThe silence is evident, not oblivious. Even though the words aren't spoken, they're known. I can see all the thoughts floating around in the air everytime contact is made. Every touch, every look, every word, feels like they hold some deeper hidden meaning. A secret shared only between us.Silence
The silence is aggravating, but I'm satisfied, Knowing that what was not said was understood. A touch here and there, Met with a look now and then, Told me everything I need to know.
The silence. Quiet but loud. Secretive, but obvious. All that I could ever ask for.
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I try not to be forgotten and as emo as that sounds, I think it happens often.
Play Dangerously.
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...Do you go ninja in the night?
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