The moment I knew it was futile to fight against my feelings was when he said, "I want to know everything about you. Your dreams, your fantasies, your fears, all your random thoughts. Absolutely everything that goes on in that pretty little head of yours." And bam! That was it. I was completely gone. Too bad it ended up being just empty words. Although spoken under what pretext, I still don't know (nor do I care at this point.) Either way, my mercurial brain will always hold the keys to my heart.
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