Remembering past lovers is a symptom. They're always lurking in the corners of our heads, waiting to appear when we least need them. Waiting to pull us down.
I woke up a few hours earlier than I would on a Sunday morning. My heart had sensed the loneliness it was destined to face due to the misgivings of my mind. And it was nervous and scared and it was pinching my head, which was fast asleep of course. And I woke up with a start, and a huge sinking feeling.
I woke up a few hours earlier than I would on a Sunday morning. My heart had sensed the loneliness it was destined to face due to the misgivings of my mind. And it was nervous and scared and it was pinching my head, which was fast asleep of course. And I woke up with a start, and a huge sinking feeling.
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