And she didn't care. She believed in the credo of "no regrets". Taking risks came easier than thinking once, twice, thrice about what would happen next. Which, ironically, clashed with a new word she started absorbing lately: familiarity.
"Familiarity is good". The phrase stuck like that annoying bubble gum on your best pair of pants. She didn't know how it got there, but it tamed her, sedated her, kept her quiet.
Was she categorized under the "familiars' category, if ever there was one? She couldn't tell. Not because it was unclear to her, but she saw it. Plain as day. She felt it. Like sunshine on one's skin.
She couldn't complain. She couldn't cry. She didn't feel bad, but she really didn't feel that good. But she knew that there were things is this so-called life that are just worth hanging on to, worth fighting for.
Enjoying the presence, living in the present.
I've loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more.
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