Am I really?

Or I’m someone else?

When someone tells you about some guy and insinuates things about you two, when you start to blush all of a sudden it means that you’re really in love? Why should being in love be the final step?

I’m past being in love with many people now. Whatever that means…

«You know you’re in love when you don’t want to fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.  ~Dr. Seuss»

So, no. I’m definitely not in love. No matter what I will do in my reality it will never compare with the feeling of flying through plain air; with the feeling of having talking together, in the same room, people who don’t even know each other in the real life; with the feeling of passing through places and times with just the action of a thought…

So I guess I will never fall.. in love… because I’m too busy actually loving myself.

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