Love is a strange phenomenon, maybe the strangest of all. It bends logic, rearranges time, and makes fools out of a steady men.
Midnight, but thinking of doing it again. Hearing a lier called a brain saying ...
She’s one in a million. Not because of what she sees in the mirror (she always gets that part wrong) but because of the impossible feeling she stirs inside me.
unruly, without a name. Something I can’t control, even if I try.
Maybe that’s why I want it again.
Not for the promise of forever. I knew it wouldn’t last. And yet, there’s something in me that keeps reaching for the phone, wanting to hear her voice, again.
Even if it ends the same way it did before.
Even if it breaks me the same way.
Some things are worth losing for!
even for the second time, even for the third!
@samuel_dereje
