4.28am

4.28am. i was supposed to be in bed, but no. i was forced awake by the dream. a dream of summer and fresh sheets and melting sun which i've tried so hard to parcel away.

4.28am. i was brought back to the night of our very first date. and the second. and third...i remembered exactly how my heart was tingled with happiness each time we met. i remembered exactly the fun and glittery excitement of the exchanging of texts, the teases; things have so quickly morphed into sth you never had a clue about.

but life has this strange ways of doing things. before you even realise what this is all about its no longer there.

That's cause

everything inside it never came out right.

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but it wouldnt change. it would still be a half heartbroken half contented life.

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and the macaroons certainly had made the chilly greyish evening a bit less gloomy. its just too good to resist having the 2nd piece and the 3rd, 4th...