Happy for them? I am. Thoughts of a standard romance, like any other. The generic lines blossom, then spill from both your lips, and the very tips of your fingers. Love's words passed through screens or telephone wires (so safe when eye contact is nonexistent). Face-to-face, not a single word is spoken that was not rehearsed. You must be so happy, taking the shapes of each other's desire. Struck so hard by love that speech no longer gets through to you-- I fear the most successful tool is a strike of another kind.
But do you trust me when I say...
..you are making a HUGE mistake?
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