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That day I woke up crying

doesn't matter if they hurt you or not

you just learn how to live with it

and most times,

you just find someone to love more

An impossible feeling that consumes the very soul.

At first it’s subtle, a spark that lights between them, creating a dim flicker of possibility.

They attempt to ignore it, but when they’re unable to clear the thought of each other out of their mind, it’s like a growing addiction which they haven’t even tasted.

Unspoken words, speeches of pure interpretation, suggestive stares that halt the heart in a stutter.

Heavy breaths, “accidental” touches, lips brushing hesitantly, though desperately.

Seeking quiet corners, craving a sanctuary for solitude, quick declarations of desire, grappling onto one another’s shirts for leverage of the fact that they are in deep conflict.

This is against the rules. This is a path to a ruinous result.

They know it will end in sorrow. They know it will crush both of them, rip them apart in every accessible way.

But when their lips touch and when they hold onto each other for dear life, their breaths shallow and their hands wandering in need to feel, it’s worth the inevitable destruction.