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Love feen...

She was intoxicated by the idea of love.

Everywhere she looked; she could see it all around her..

In those empty texts that would eventually get responded to when he wasn't attending to more important things. In those phone calls that would get answered when he was home alone and bored. She saw it in those times he stood her up and told her that he was working or attending to other things. 

She was blinded by the pictures she painted in her head. Of what love... should be & could be. It had her drunk, wasted beyond her years.. & so she stumbled over it again n again. Thinking that this time; maybe this time... love had finally found it's way.