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afterhours an infinite of dreams and desires
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While writing, I pictured this fantasy magical world where this girl falls in love for the first time in a place where this doesn't really happen often.
Maybe I'll write more about it, but I probably won't.
I really enjoyed writing this, hope you enjoy it too!

— under the willow tree

It always starts with an eye glance. two pairs of eyes noticing each other for the very first time, exchange something that only happens once or twice in a lifetime.

It always starts with an eye glance. two pairs of eyes noticing each other for the very first time, exchange something that only happens once or twice in a lifetime. It comes and then goes. It was the kind of eyes watching, mouth speaking silently; where you just know. you just know.

Perhaps having feelings so intense as she had was a curse and a gift.

Perhaps having feelings so intense as she had was a curse and a gift. When you have a feeling, a special one, it should run down your spine, feel to your heart and bone, float through your soul and mind. It should be at its fullest of grandiosity!

it has its downfalls; when someone would hurt her, even in pain, though, she would still see some sort of beauty in it.

it has its downfalls; when someone would hurt her, even in pain, though, she would still see some sort of beauty in it. For her, it was better to feel pain, than to feel nothing.

it has its downfalls; when someone would hurt her, even in pain, though, she would still see some sort of beauty in it. For her, it was better to feel pain, than to feel nothing. In life, there's pain and joy. She thought it was a good balance, so she didn't mind.

And when she saw those eyes, she couldn't understand.

And when she saw those eyes, she couldn't understand. How could it be? How did she live her entire life without that feeling? how wonderful it was!

And when she saw those eyes, she couldn't understand. How could it be? How did she live her entire life without that feeling? how wonderful it was! It aches, how amazing could that be? Something feels so good that it hurts? How can you be so happy with pain?

It aches because it is real It aches because it burns It aches because it cuts

It aches because it is real It aches because it burns It aches because it cuts It aches because there's the danger of going away

She wanted to run after them, But before she could, it was gone.

She wanted to run after them, But before she could, it was gone. It disappears in thin air, And all the brightness around her was taken away with it.

And since then, she's been waiting. To see them again; those eyes…

Waiting is no good for the soul, she thought to herself, Lying under a willow tree next to a pond.

Waiting is no good for the soul, she thought to herself, Lying under a willow tree next to a pond. Waiting is no good for the heart.

Waiting is no good for the soul, she thought to herself, Lying under a willow tree next to a pond. Waiting is no good for the heart. Waiting might be worse than torture! especially when you are not even sure what you are even waiting for...

Even if she sees it again; what would she do? Face it for eternity? Did it happen at all?

Even if she sees it again; what would she do? Face it for eternity? Did it happen at all? Maybe she made it up. It doesn't even feel real anymore… It feels like it happens such a long time ago, With someone else entirely.

The thinking was no good either. Because when she thinks, she realizes the unspeakable. And she shouldn't think about these things, but she ends up doing it anyway.

She realized how lonely she truly was, and when she saw that, she couldn't bring herself to think about anything else.

She realized how lonely she truly was, and when she saw that, she couldn't bring herself to think about anything else. When you don't give a name for the unspeakable; it is just small itchy on your belly, but then when you start giving names, you feel the heaviness of that statement.

She felt it; she missed something she never had

She waited and waited,

She waited and waited, Opened her ears for the wind to tell her that what she's been looking for this whole time is under the same willow tree she sits by every morning.

She waited and waited, Opened her ears for the wind to tell her that what she's been looking for this whole time is under the same willow tree she sits by every morning. But nothing was there. nothing ever is.

She keeps waiting Day after day after day

She keeps waiting Day after day after day Patiently and impatiently waiting to finally see those eyes, once more

She keeps waiting Day after day after day Patiently and impatiently waiting to finally see those eyes, once more And then, she will know what it truly means to be alive.

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