Love letter # 298
There was a time when tiny little treasures made the big world bearable. A time when dark hours filled with light. It was the time that I spent with you.
Our lovers’ pact may well have been made in error – but what beautiful, wishful fools we were. Perhaps we even sinned against the very idea of together – but oh what glorious damnation we embraced. And what broken down angels we became.
For there were nights – so dark – when I slept in particular splendour. They were the nights when you stayed. The days when I woke next to you.
When you said that you loved me – when you smiled at me that way – no possible harm could come. This was when all the loose ends were either tied or of no consequence. The time when we ruled the world. When we were we.
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