Being in love with him feels like crawling under the covers on a cold winters night, or taking a bite of ice cream after sitting in the hot sun all day. I mean, sure it isn't easy to love someone who will never know about the huge chunk of your heart they've taken over, but loving him fuels me, like gasoline fuels a car. So tell me, if you stop putting gasoline in the car, what do you have?

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