Electricity
What falling in love feels like
Butterflies in the stomach
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges6 days ago in Psyche
Comments (5)
Ah, love is indeed wired between the heart and stomach! Good stuff:)
Oooo, I bet all of us have experienced this at least once in our lives!
Exactly right!!! Well done
Yes you’ve got that right. Lovely!
Ooooh. Love this...and the fact it starts with just one, 5-syllable word...so cool, and so true, Sharon!