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It's funny how you get attached to things. 
It's curious.
It's strange how you can get to know and love things so fast, without even noticing it, without giving it a second glance, without having to think about it twice. Things are just there, and you just happen to love them and admire them so much that sometimes you wonder what made you feel like that before you found them out. And the funniest thing is you can't remember. Because there isn't a place without it anymore. It doesn't exist. 
It's nice.
It's great loving things, making them a part of yourself, learning things from them. Keeping them under your skin, so deep, that no one but you knows just how much love you feel. It's there tough, in your eyes when you think about it. In your smile when you remember it. In your blush when you recall it. In the way your eyebrows rise and your eyelids close. It's there, everywhere. 
And it's beautiful.




(previously posted on June 4th, 2012)