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We went to store tonight. Z and I seem to be getting closer, but N is starting to distance herself. It's okay. I'm happy for her.
We were getting stuff for a party. Chips, jam, flip-flops. I've never been to the beach before.
I think
infatuationis granted on a whim; and it lasts for some time, but then fizzles out. Those who chase it stay on the move, finding the next source to get their fill. Some know its end is coming, so they leave before they can see it happen. And thenlove,loveis an act of continuous effort--sometimes easy, sometimes hard, that can last for however long it is tended to.