Not to come off as that cliché, stereotypical, woman in love, who can't let it go, you wouldn't understand, type, but she was my fresh squeezed lemonade on a hot summer day when that's all you needed to relieve your parched state and cool your being's temperature.
As a friend once said, "Am I crazy" for wanting someone that's done me no good aside from allowing my heart to bun-jee into loves inescapable grasps - but only for that moment in time, that seems so brief in retrospect.
For the first time in my life I'd been backhand pimp smacked by love after I thought I'd learned my lesson.
"Foolish" I thought to begin, but soon I gained consciousness and humility, and I didn't feel bad.
I felt human.
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