You can just never tell yourself 'I'm not falling in love'. I know I promised. But I did anyway. Against all rules. Like it should be. But he's road to nowhere again. This is the year of my liberation, with lots of roads nowhere.
I just wish I dreamed it all. I just wish to wake up two weeks from now. That's the soonest I'll be able to see him.
Against it all, I like it. I like to be able to love again. To fall in my doom willingly, as would Beigebeder say.
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