What if
the best thing
about falling
in love
isn’t him;
how he looks
when you’re
inches apart,
or the things
he told you
whilst the
headlamps
outside
lit up the window
like fairy lights.
What if
the best thing
about falling
in love
are your
stories,
that used
to be old
now
suddenly new;
the kids
you went
to school with,
what your parents
did wrong
and how
you didn’t
mean to
end up here,
It just
happened.
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