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Where Did These Feelings Come From?

@itsih8you

You never cared.🏃
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i once read that it takes two weeks to make or break a habit habit like biting nails or drinking liquor before 5 o’clock habit like hello you’re very pretty like kissing and touching like i love you and i always will like i love you but i don’t know if i can do this anymore and always is a really long time anyways. habit like brushing brushing brushing teeth and tongue to try and get the taste of them out of your mouth habit like your favorite song but fuck, i cant listen to it anymore because its not what it was before habit like waiting waiting waiting because two weeks has passed more than once and my hands still get shaky when i drive past your house and you have my favorite sweater but i cant decide if i really want it back, feeling cold has become a bit of a habit anyways.

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When a boy tells you he loves you, doubt him. Narrow your eyes and look at him with suspicion. Stop talking to him for three days and stop answering his texts. See if he grows tired of you. Or bored. If you find him making a phone out of tin cans and string, that means he’s trying. On your first date, wear a lace bra and see-through shirt and see if he treats you like a body instead of a person. See if he can even look you in the eyes. See if he talks more than he listens. Take him to a bar and watch what he does when he thinks you aren’t looking. See if his eyes undress every saint and sinner in the room. See how patient he is. Use your lips and your hips and your hands. Bring him within an inch of lust and take it away. See how he responds. When a boy tells you he loves you, ask him how much. If he tells you in texts of size 12-point font, ask him to tell you again in person because you’ll want to remember this moment. You’ll want to know how his voice falters and shakes, how he fumbles for words. You’ll want to remember the exact rhythm of his heaving chest when he tries to explain that pieces of you have made a home in his lungs. And so if he arrives at your door, and throws the words in your face, deadpan, you’ll know that not even God could bring them back to life.

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