this feeling,
it can't be normal.
we're over,
we've let go of each other.
but i can't let go
of you.
i'm still in love with you.
i mean,
how could i not be?
you're the epitome of perfection.
but it's not right,
is it?
that i still look at you,
and instead of getting
over you,
i fall deeper in love
with you.
i watch you
do your thing,
do your passion
on the courts,
and you have this
beautiful smile on.
and it hurts me.
because i still get
those bloody butterflies
in my damn stomach
every time.
it makes me miss
us
all the more.
n° 152
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