You knew that you finally fell for someone when between all those 7.4 billion people living in the world, laying down next to him beneath the sparkling starry-sky with nobody of you speaking—just staring at the darkness of the sky with the inaudible sound of your racing blood trying to give supply to your heart because it didn't stop pounding steadily—you felt like you were losing track of time, and you didn't care about anything else. Your mind stopped thinking about all that mattered because everything was just a background, and he was your theme song.
And I, there, next to him, was a plain girl being a cartoon movie: fatally incomplete without a theme song.
—b,
22/10/16
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