On the nights when Iāve spent the day trying to hate you, I sleep like Iāve taken prescriptions that didnāt belong to me. When you call me out of the blue, Iām mad with love, and am unable to sleep. Those nights are the ones that I spend laying awake thinking of the perfect words to write for something as impeccably breathtaking as you. I can not even begin to comprehend what the hell this is, but it comes to me so quick, like Iāve had it all my life. I love everything about you, but the question is, do I really, truly love you this time? Or is it just another illusion? I am not a religious woman, but I will pray, everynight, that you are questioning yourself in the same way as I am.
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