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December 2, 2016
This is how he fell in love: He liked how she looked at the camera. In photos, he could make out a smugness in her smile. Suffice it to say that he spent his free time looking through her photographs--she has a lot. There's a tune that reminds him of her, it goes: "Keep your old and wasted words. My heart is breaking like you heard." From this infatuation grew a pining, a sort of affection that has no name but is too familiar. He pretended to know her through the photographs. Love can be an imagination. This is.