The night casts a spell that makes my heart feels more than it could beat and my mind thinks more than it could remember. This is not pleasant. Moments like these either draws me to you or to what could have been of us. It draws me anywhere but never to sleep.
I enjoy, a little perhaps. But far more, I curse such instances. The night makes me regret some decisions, the night makes me fear the unknown. I am over-thinking; over dosed of you, of us, and what could have might been.
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