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sorry?

I’m into you.

No. You aren’t into someone. When you think of her, you are around, within, enshrouded in her. She is the air you breath. She is what you see in that millisecond of blackness in blinking. I can’t say I know much about infatuation, or lust, or yearning, or anything to do with love and its relatives really. But no one is merely into someone they love. How can that be, when you both have become so intertwined, arms legs mind heart eyes lost in each other entangled in the soft brush of human touch.

That is unhealthy. And I am done.

dumdadumdadum, today I’ll forget the world for a while.