Was it as bad for her as it was for him? Did she miss him when he was not around as much as he constantly longed for her? Did she think about what he said to her just like he remembered every single word she told him? Did she wish she could touch him when he was not close in the same way his skin needed hers?
Did she get these same feelings? Did she try and fight them sometimes so it might be easier to breathe? Did she wish they were not as strong? Did she wonder how life would be without them? Did she ask these questions, too? Were they always in the back of her mind? How did she answer them? Did her answers make her feel better or did they make it all worse?
He asked. He wondered. He tried to come up with conclusions that would convince his brain that his heart was wrong. He knew from the start that it would be a losing battle. The heart never loses in situations like this. It fights back to prove to you that it was right all along. And with it the brain explodes with a fountain of new questions, making you look for answers which you know you will never find. But you keep searching. Maybe I will come up with something. Maybe I haven’t looked in the right places. Maybe I’m just confused.
"You just keep thinking that. You just keep looking," his heart taunted him. "Eventually you will see that you can’t fight me. I’m your heart. I’m right. I’m always right!"
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