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I like him. I like him so much and I hardly know him.
I do this, you know. I turn and I run from my drama straight into the arms of some new lover. The pattern never changes, only adopts new forms for the sake of self deception. Self preservation. We all know how it will end; He will be an asshole and I will chase until my soles wear through. Or he will be absolutely good for me and I will find some flaw or some lack of similarity to…him. And I will tear him down and devour his soul just because I can.
He loves sphynx cats and scented candles. He wants to cook for me. His eyes are big and beautiful and his smile makes me giddy. I feel silly when we speak. My head hurts from smiling so damn much today simply because the act is foreign to me. I like him. I like him far too much.
