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His eyes are the green of the sea, of crashing waves and violent winds. There’s something dangerous in the depths of them, something exciting, and I realize right then that feigning disinterest will be difficult.
Passion doesn’t lead anywhere good.
I hate him. But I love him more.
I realized that words can be so hard to find when spoken aloud in the moment. But writing? It gives me the time to articulate just what I feel.
