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Sunday, May 2
  You've Felt It Before
I know it. She knows it. We've both been through it before. The exhilaration of the senses, that incontrollable want to kiss him flat on the lips, except before they both acknowledge it, that want seems almost intolerable.

And then acknowledgement comes, oh she knows she was looking for it, yes it finally comes... he tells her he loves her too, and then they both laugh shakily over the lines that they've shared for so long, 'We've both wasted so much time, why didn't you tell me earlier.'

When it gets in reach, steadily that excitement starts to pale. Like a drying tap, it diminishes; optimistically they call it 'comfort', realistically, we both know it happens, sooner or later. She needs perseverence to maintain feelings, and feelings don't stay in touch. She gets affected when other people smile at her, she feels almost naughty when she looks at someone else, discriminated as she and him become 'old news' and then she watches acquaintances hooking up and becoming the 'lastest news' and she feels that sincere burst of happiness for them tinged with that tiniest dash of jealousy.

She knows because she's felt it before, and she's dying just to feel it again.

And then she feels it returning as she looks at someone else and she suddenly has that urge returning to her, 'I want to kiss you flat.'

But she remembers she's not allowed to, not supposed to, because she's in love with him already, and that love is honestly sincere.
 




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