No longer

And no, when I heard your name I did no longer shake with my legs and watched myself if my hair was made right.
If I had the right clothes on, shoes, make up.
Did I say too much? Less? ,,Mhm..was he maybe uncomfortable when I smiled at him? But it's a *kindly gesture*", ...
If I should wave at you or not, talk with you or not, gift you or not, celebrate you or-
These questions accrued after you vanished my love in the process, in the understandment.
No lover would ask this question but just do, let their instinct guide.
And No, I did no longer got excited when you looked at me.
No, I did no longer feel good when you complimented me, understood, beutiful.
No, it did not give me love, nor confidence, it made me now uncomfortable.
Now I look at you with annoyance.

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