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February 8, 2013
I was so happy. So happy.

And then you came along, being all beautiful. Being all lovely and wonderful and interesting. You had to come along, didn't you? You had to make me hopelessly infatuated with you. 

And now I'm so scared of telling you, or even just hinting, how I feel. I couldn't stand your rejection. Just thinking about it makes my chest tighten up.

I need to say something, otherwise I'll burst.

I was so happy. So mundanely happy. Then you came, with the promise of an intense joy.

If heaven does exist, it lies in your lips.