The hardest part in loving you is being able to feel you not return the feeling. The way you can look at me as if I am nothing but a collected matter of being, like you would look at me the same if I were a rock or a hill, and I look at you like the world around us has stopped. The hardest part is feeling you not care.
It doesn't make me want to love you, but it doesn't stop me, either.
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Insomniac
Short StoryTo the ones up because of the late nights when the sleep keeps its distance and the memories roll in like waves. We are the insomniacs.
