"How did you feel the first time you two fought?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"I felt like something had punctured my heart and it wasn't going to heal."
"How did you feel when he asked to court you?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"I felt ecstatic, I felt like happiness it's self."
"How did you feel when he called you a crazy bitch?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"I-I felt miserable..."
"How did you feel when he left you?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"..."
"Well?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"I-...I felt like...there was a rug- not even a rug but more like a really nice carpet- being pulled from under me and I fell hard."
"How did it feel the first time he said 'I love you' willingly?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Jesus, that was such a long time ago. I- I felt happy."
"Can you tell me in a bit more detail how you felt?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"I felt ecstatic. I felt- ...I felt full of color. I felt like I really could reflect light. I felt like I was iridescent... and full of life. I felt warm and cool to the touch at the same time and it was exhilarating. I guess you could say I felt like
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PoetryIn only a thousand characters I will try to explain, my meaning of every short story here. To give myself more of a challenge I will try to describe them in one word. In one word I will reveal the meaning of these tales. In one word I will describe...
