The Sweetheart

There’s nothing like absence to make the heart grow fonder, and she’s forever chasing things she knows she can’t but should have. There are times at night when she lies awake, wondering whether her love is born out of instinct or jealousy.

There’s something distinctively dangerous about placing all your hopes, dreams, and faith in a person, and she wonders if she’s only feeling that danger now, when her beloved isn’t around. So she wanders about as if she’s lost, not even looking to be found because it hurts too much to start caring again, and it’s only when she’s forced to make a move when she realises that perhaps she didn’t love him as much as she thought she did.

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