“Have you ever been in love before?” She asked. He said yes. She said, “What does it feel like?” He said, “It feels like when you can’t sleep at night for no good reason at all. Or when you get in the car and forget where you’re meant to go. It sounds like that song you don’t care much for, but keep singing anyway cause it feels good to sing, loud, even if someone catches you, maybe you’ll even smile while you belt it. It never feels awful. Even when you’re bed-ridden ‘cause of what they’ve done. There’s a part of you that wants it to be painful, like plucking out a loose tooth or scratching a scab. There’s always a thought that when it’s better, when all the wait is over, it will be worth it, and you never close the door to the idea of being together, even though this or despite that, you just gotta bloody have them.” She turns her body to the far wall. She closes her eyes and sees green.
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