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"The fact of the matter is I'm grotesquely sentimental. I fall in love at the drop of a hat!"



Oh Lord, do I.



I think I may have dreamt you up. You're too beautiful for words. Short, brown hair, but so dark it's almost black. A gold dress, a gold purse. And black heels despite the torrential rain. You were everything all at once.



So ready to toss the day away, chalk it up as a total failure, latching on to the negative things. You were laughing at yourself the whole time, rarely telling an actual joke. My laughter was the only thing that finally made you smile, despite yourself. I was so captivated and you were suddenly so inevitable. [When will I see you again?] It will all be okay, you know. It was all too easy to hail a cab. And as quickly as you ran into my life, you vanished; the city lights blurred on the wet pavement in the misty rain.



...you left your scarf in my apartment.