Being in love is a very strange thing. Your thoughts constantly drift towards this other person, no matter what you're doing.
Pittacus LoreI canโt help blushing and looking down at my feet. โIt was nothing.โ โIt was literally everything to me.โ I look up, putting on my best version of Eightโs teasing smile. โIn that case, I think I deserve more than a gross hot dog.โ Eight clasps his hands across his chest like Iโve wounded him. โYouโre right! Iโm a fool to think my life could be traded for a hot dog.โ He grabs my hand and gets down on one knee, pressing his forehead to the back of my hand. โMy savior, what can I ever do to repay you?
Pittacus LoreImages flicker, each one bringing its own sorrow or its own smile. Sometimes both. At the very worst, an impenetrable and sightless black and at best, a happiness so bright that it hurts the eyes to see, coming and going on some unseen projector perpetually turned by an invisible hand. One, then another. The hollow click of the shutter. Now stop. Freeze this frame. Pluck it down and hold it close and be damned by what you see. Henri always said: the price of a memory is the memory if the sorrow it brings.
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