I thought if I’d run I’ll catch you.
And here we were –Like Poles of a magnet. The more I ran towards you, stronger you repelled from me.
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(Process of unlatching should commence when those feelings are cluttered in disarray. Twitching of reins must come to an end when it’s making you go bonkers. Stop, wait, realize till the time you’re sane before you’re outran by incoherent dust of blind love. .)