Musings of a Girl in Love

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His hands rested contentedly on her skin. "It's amazing how much we take for granted", she thought. "Yet it all rests on such a fragile balance. So easily, everything could be so different." She looked up into his eyes and kissed him again.

"I wonder if he thinks as much as I do", she thought. "I don't think so; he seems to just do things without contemplating them first. I don't understand men: they're too simple."

She was on the verge of asking him, but kept checking herself at the last minute: Why me? "That", she told herself, "is begging for compliments (as there must have been some reason why he picked me), and begging for compliments is strictly against my principles. But still..."

"Kissing is actually pretty gross", she thought. "It's wet and slimy, and completely pointless as far as I can see. So why do I like it?"

She wondered if she was actually in love with him. "All I feel is that I like being with him, he gives me butterflies in my stomach, I can't go five minutes without thinking of him, and would leap in front of a moving train if it would save him. But maybe that's all love is."

She thought of her dog, who would bump its head against someone to get their attention, and then stand there wagging its tail expectantly, hoping to be petted. And if you did, it would gladly stand there for hours on end. At times she felt like that: she craved the confirmation of his affection, and that was enough.

She thought her problem rather unusual: she had to learn to fall out of love. She hadn't until recently fully grasped that she was in love.