I want to scream.
I can't stop thinking of you and her.
The past, the present.
Wondering about the future.
It has been so long, yet no time has passed at all.
The way I feel; like, as tense as a tiger while he stalks his prey.
I can see through your eyes, the thoughts in your head.
You are thinking of her, yes?
When I take a deep breath it burns in my throat.
I can feel the tears filling up in my eyes.
The butterflies in my stomach, slowly dying off with every negative thought.
But when you ask, "What are you thinking?"
I simply reply, "About you."
I refuse to tell you the rest,
"...and her."
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