Infatuation

How is that remotely possible with my heart somersaulting and with you sitting dangerously close to me, your mahogany hair whipping haphazardly in a way I have come to adore and your cerulean eyes locking me in a trance with such intensity; looking away is unthinkable.
Your almond shaped eyes constrict as you wink at me, unaware of the repercussions.
The dimples that indent in the corners of your embellished skin is my last coherent thought as my head hits the pillow.
All I know is that I’m falling for you.
Hard.
22

It was weird at first but every day I fell in love with the idea of falling in love. It was unpredictable and crazy but I loved it.

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