Being in love.

I sometimes wonder what being in love would be like –
Maybe, I’d be a bunch of nerves flurrying down the streets,
Maybe, I’d feel my pulse quicken a zillion times every minute,
Maybe, I’d find it comforting to have someone look out for me,
Maybe, I’d let tiny little rays of sunshine seep through the blinds of my windows each morning, to tickle my effervescence,
Maybe, I’d see new hope, new reasons to smile everyday,
Maybe, I’d learn to sigh a little less,
Or maybe, I’d begin to like myself, a little more.

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Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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