She was the sort to fall for people who ran away. Love is a variable so wild it can feel like breathing or dying.

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She was the sort to fall for people who ran away. Love is a variable so wild it can feel like breathing or dying.
Love swell to be as natural and necessary as breathing. That golden, everyday love was a face smiling at me before I go to sleep.