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    Lyrical Love

    I rolled the empty glass between my hands. A familiar feeling swept through my body. It was Lauren.

    I didn’t have to turn my head whenever you walked in. You’re the only one to let these chills roll down my skin. My heart beat faster. You said my name. I spun in my seat and there you were leaning on my door frame.

    ”Something always brings me back to you. It never takes too long.” Her voice was smooth and stoic in that unreadable manner she’d perfected over the years.

    I hated it. She knew it. I hated it because I couldn’t tell if her words were laced with indifference towards a pathetic example of the person I’d become, or sadness that we were through, or anger that she couldn’t let me go. I knew the last one well. I couldn’t let her go either. I was filled with regret for ever having tried. What if she was finally done trying, though?

    All I could do was stare at her from my seat, my mouth half open in a drunken stupor as she stared back with those beautiful, warm hazel eyes. Her arms crossed in a casual but defensive hold. Blonde hair down fell over her shoulders and a white button down with the top two buttons were undone to tempt me with a slight view of her soft skin. The painted on blue jeans and brown boots cued me in that I was looking at after hours Lauren and not Dr. Lewis, so at least I had that going for me.

    Just as every time before, she left me breathless, but this time it was more. Deeper. Something foreign to me. Why was I so emotional? It wasn’t a good look. I had to gain some self control. Deep down I knew this never worked, but it was my last chance. I could feel it in my bones.

    She pushed off the frame, taking a few steps closer then coming to a halt. She sighed and looked around the room before her eyes settled on me. They were glistening in the soft light of my bedroom. The hurt and pain I’d caused radiated from her being right down to her aura, though it would shimmer from time to time. She was fighting her feelings. I couldn’t blame her. We were a mess. A beautiful mess. A sweet addiction we were caught up in and no matter how many times we’d failed, we couldn’t stop the hunger for our love.

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    1. Ok I didn’t think I would enjoy this so bravo I loved it as for counting and recognising the songs I give up after the first page lol but another great one off keep them coming pps.

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