There are some flowers that bloom only during the full moon. And then there are some hearts, that only tend to bloom for fools. Its true, you know. This breed is indeed among us, and they're common too. And yet sometimes I wonder (being one of these delightful creatures myself) if its in fact the awkward mixed feelings of hurt and relief that I'm addicted to, or if its actually the prospect of slipping comfortably back into the single life that's all too enticing. Maybe its simply nights like these, when the familiar smile creeps back on my lips and I somehow realize that its just so much better this way. Until its not enough, yet again.
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