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Because I'm risking my happiness again

I don't remember the last time I was loved. But today, when you came close, I felt those little butterflies in my stomach again. It was a feeling of wry that if I should've let you touch my body or feel the pious soul. Things were good for the time untill we met and then I couldn't feel my heartbeat anymore. You said a good-bye before leaving and all I could do was hold you closer and kiss you on the lips. It was smooth and you reciprocated. It was more a kiss of love than that of good-bye and I couldn't smell the warmth of it. We kept moving on the unoccupied streets and with my hand in yours, you suddenly whispered 'I don't know if I love you, but I'd continue with whatever it is' I held you tighter because your words were just echoes of something in the past. Soon I wondered if I should think of it as an echo or a new voice with the same intensity?
Confessing my fear for our first kiss wouldn't be a crime I guess? I'm really afraid if you'd leave me now. Because I'm not a good kisser, I'm half a decade younger than you and I'm immature.
I wonder if you'd still be there as my 4 am alarm clock.
I wonder if you'd still sing OUR songs for me.
I wonder if now, you'd love me.
I wonder if things would fall perfect!
For the first time I'm more you and less myself... But you know what? For the first time, I'm the happiest.

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