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Heartbeat
I am honestly and thoroughly wrecked by this thing called love.
My chest aches whenever you smile, your laugh makes me dizzy and I sometimes can't feel my toes.
It confuses me how you love everyone you meet.
Does that mean love at first sight exist?
Dad said he thought he knew what love was and he'd give his life to feel love again.
I found that counter-intuitive as a child but now I understand.
Lance. Laying there. The color of my lion leaking from his body like a teabag in boiling hot water.
The red making me feel responsible.
He had the nerve, with his last breath to say: "I love you"