A split second.
That's how long someone tells me it takes for two people to fall in love.
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Perpectives that find you when you're in bed with a 39+ temperature.
I don't want to die alone.
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I spent the first fourteen days chronicling everything.
There was a euphoric blindness that overtook the need to wallow in deep thought.
The first sip of sangria in tropical heat.
If nervousness could be measured, the tension that filled the gaps between the block of parmesan and my clammy fingertips would have come in at a good 9.6.
I wore pink shoes that night.
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You can't hurry time.
You could sit by the side of the road and wait.
Or you could lose yourself in its festivities.
It's a wait only when you're aware of time;
And awareness only when you're not having fun.
I'm rambling, I realise.
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