We enjoyed a summer of love. A clichéd, all-inclusive, friendship-turned-romance journey into heartsickness, until we inevitably had to say goodbye.
You stood syrupy-sweet in a sundress one Wednesday afternoon, waiting for me in the local park on our lunch break. How did you always look like light? Like stars were burning around your edges, beckoning me…
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