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Thursday, 15 November 2012

and my heart stops (but i don't die, obvi)

he always stands out.

his eyes - and i feel all the old hurt rushing back into my chest.

hurt and love.
the hurt i can handle, it's the love i can't stand.

don't (show your) react(ion).
big smile. 

'hey, how are you doing?' an octave higher than usual.
with a little 'i'm not affected by this' shrug thrown in.

i believe hope he buys it, each time.