Heat ★★★★★

Falling in love is like a gush of fresh air when everything around you is dead or dying; like seing the sun for the first time; like opening a big present, wrapped in shiny yellow and orange paper, on Christmas morning. The other is a mistery. You don't know if they see you the same way you see them - like a puzzle to be unraveled -, but you goddamn hope they do. And when their eyes glint with the same glint you see in the mirror in the night, their mouth performs the same dance yours do when you remember the things they did, there is a god. And you're finally able to put the wrong right, to feel the right things, to do what you have to do. Falling in love is like dying.

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