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When I'm sitting in French class and can't concentrate on passé compose or imparfaitsomething.
When I can't do anything else but count down the minutes until I'm not cold anymore, because your arms are wrapped around me.
I told myself, "I'll never be one of those people." But you occupy my mind every second of every single day, and I can't help but realize: It is simply, and undeniably, obvious. I'm one of those people.
Kärlekskrank.
