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Losing the Key to Your Heart Losing the Key to Your HeartLosing the Key to Your Heart by ~this-is-envy
Say Anything
It was your embrace that made me feel safe and loved and beautiful. Your arms used to feel natural and comfortable around me. Laying on the floor with my head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat made me feel secure and warm.
"Can I tell you something without you freaking out?" you asked.
I nodded.
"…I love you." You said this with such confidence and surety.
I gave you a quizzical look and asked how you knew. You placed your hand over my heart and kissed my lips lightly. It was so faint, so fluttering, so fair, that I barely knew it occurred.
"Because," you said slowly, "when
Puppet Strings I stand on the sidewalk with my back to you hoping you did not see me, but at the same time I wish you did. There it is again. That feeling. I've got chills up my back and all over my body. My heart does this wrenching thing, and my stomach feels empty and light. My hands shake. Suddenly, swallowing becomes difficult. How is it that you do this to me? I turn around. Your gaze catches mine, and I'm lost in the warm honey color of your eyes. Why are you here? I want to question you. I want to scream at you. I want to hit you, but I stand there with my hand clutching the messenger bag slung over my shoulder. You've grown out your hair and changePuppet Strings by ~this-is-envy
Winter Paranoia I stare into his eyes trying to figure out what he's thinking. I can't. My fingers untangle themselves from his, and I drop his hand. Caught of guard by my action, his head reels back as if he's been slapped. I should slap him. At least, I think I should, but I don't. I just stand there, searching his eyes for some emotion, some hint, some sign that a real human being is inside that shell of his. I see no sign. I see no human.Winter Paranoia by ~this-is-envy
I need to get out of here. I back away from him and drop my head, thinking that somehow, looking at my feet is going to help me figure out where to go or what to do. Next thing I know, I'm outside of his house and cl
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