Cliches

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With you,
it's like every cliche I have ever seen in every chic flick movie. I feel the giddiness of an eleven years old girl when she catches the boy she likes from school staring at her across the hall.
With you,
It's every cheesy line I have ever heard in a pop song.
I become the fidgety thirteen years old teenager when her crush asks to borrow her notes.
With you,
I am so aware of my being, I am so aware of your presence.
When I am in the most crowded places with you, you're the only one I see.
When we're dancing clumsily, singing off-key, driving around the city aimlessly, idling around the small park in our town, or even watching some lame TV show that we both secretly dislike, these moments mean so much more to me than you could ever imagine,
Because of you.

The lulling sound of your voice,
The freckles on your face,
The way your thoughts form and the way you're so discreet about your feelings,
You're so familiar to me now.
I have you memorized.

Sometimes the truth of it crushes me,
Frightens me,
How easily you invaded my heart,
How hard I've fallen for you,
How fast all of this could slip away from my grip, that I could lose you just as easily.
It terrifies me,
Just the thought of not having you around,
I'd be missing a part of my self, like an amputee.
I'd never be able to love again.
Even if I did, it would only a fraction of what I feel for you.

So please take mercy on my heart,
Be patient with me.
I don't think I can handle another heart break.
Not you.

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