Close to midnight. I should sleep. I am tired, but the chair is quite uncomfortable.
"If I ever lose myself...." I always lose myself with you. I miss that. I miss the butterflies, the loss for words.
Chemistry, you say. Sure, if you want. It's all about serotonin, dopamine, and oxytocin. If you want to belittle it.
I won't. While chemistry explains what happens, it can't explain why. Why with you? Why me? I still call it magic. If you think about it, hundreds of millions are looking to find it, to feel it, and some never do their entire lives. So isn't it magic that I've found it with you? The fact that you feel the same is simply close to a miracle. Two among seven billion. What are the chances?
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