What they say is true, that love can be found in the most unexpected places. I met him on a roof and we gazed at the brilliant, sparkling lights. There were fireworks through March next year, and they didn’t stop when we were back on solid ground. It was a shared affection for coming together –  we took our discords and arguments and made a harmony of bodies where similar thoughts were lacking. April and May came around, and there were fewer shows of powdered lights – a tedious haze grew, instead. I became a smoldering mess, not knowing what…

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