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how many times will your heart flutter thus?
it doesn't take much.
holding hand at a gas station for three hours, talking long about the nature of human beings, figuring out how we can meet eachother if i work all the time, waxing poetic about a country whose weather resembles the inside of a oven, searching for simple truths in the beautiful dark pools of her eyes.
it doesn't take much.
i walked her to the mouth of the alley way, down along the street to the bus stop, and sent her off. her bus disappeared amidst the nights' dusky atmosphere, and i walked alone back to the office; content with a glimmer of a smile on my face.
this must be what happiness feels like.
(soi means alleyway/road in thai)
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