Philophobia

One of the most common dreams for people is finding that one person to love for the rest of their lives. Love. That emotion that makes your heart race and your tongue tied. The thing they say makes the world go round. 

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Well, Anne Veed thought she could handle a stationary world if it meant love could stop existing. 

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The clammy hands felt like blood on her hands and the butterflies in her stomach felt like a pound of lead crushing her slowly. 

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Love was reckless. If you’re not lucky enough to find The One all you get is the heartbreak that doesn’t leave. Every memory of love lasts in your head, sure it may get smaller over time, but sometimes it squeezes itself back into your consciousness just to make your heart feel like it’s being squished until all it can do is hopelessly fall limp. Anne could do without that, thank you very much. 

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It’s not like she was against being in love; it just wasn’t for her. Not after everything it’s put her through. 

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Worst of all, it’s all led to this point in time, and she couldn’t help but hate everything that led to this specific moment. 

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“I’m sorry, ma’am, but that coupon expired.” Anne looks down at the coupon, already knowing the numbers, and inwardly cringes, “in 2013, I can't accept that.” If only she could time-travel, contact Lays, and make it last just a few more years.