An unconscious addiction that developed every time she laughed, making me smile.
A human drug who had to be present for me to be able to breathe, to be free, to be me.
I got used to her love – a beautifully shiny love that ignite from her as fast and bright as a shooting star.
With her, my life had happiness as a tradition and sadness was in extinction.
She was my habit – my good habit.
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