Love Sick
that something would go wrong – without fearing that sooner or later, I'll have to pull away." "That's true love, honey. You don't think about anything, you just feel yourself fall." Mum's words reminded me of Miss Green's from the other day. "True love," I repeated softly, to which she nodded. "That type that's worth risking everything for," she mused, a soft smile gracing her features. "Like the kind you had with dad?" "Yes. Like that." "And how does one know true love?" "You just have to listen to your heart." "Mum, that's so cliché," I said between chuckles, and even she betrayed a smile. "Well, clichés can be helpful too." "But they are just so weird. It's not like the heart speaks or
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