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If I had to give a name to what I'm feeling I would just call it disappearing. Because it's exactly like the way that you can know everything about someone one day and nothing the next. It's the quick death love has that leaves you wanting more – or wanting it back in the best and worst of ways. If I had to explain I would say this feeling is something like standing outside of your door at four in the morning, even though I know I shouldn't be here, wearing the same wrinkled clothes I had on the day before, wanting nothing more than to beg to come home, but knowing better, because following the motions isn't really the best follow throu

Eyes meet, hands no longer touch. Smile meets grimace and the hope for compassion and understanding meets cynicism and a broken heart. She's ruptured him, but there's no turning back. It's been weeks since she's ever directly said something to him. It's been a few days since she didn't call him for Valentine's Day and it's been years (it seems) since she's let him touch her. And still she wonders why he brushes her away, doesn't make eye contact, doesn't create conversation. She has ruined him. So long ago they were something, so short of a time ago they were just about to start and they were going to last. Yet without any sort of exp