The Evening Where We Realised We'd Been In Love For Two Months

I couldn't dance, of course. I was clumsy and too
tall to dance. But there were stars in the sky and
fireworks like glass explosions against the
velvet-black of it, and light dancing down on Earth,
warm as a smile and as comforting as laughter. And
laughter! There was laughter, hung upon the branches of
trees like garlands and lanterns, swinging and
swirling everything into a blaze of light and love.

And there were moments where I would turn my head, and
see you out of the corner of my eye, and wonder,
silently, what it was I was feeling, and why you seemed so
flushed beneath the lamplight when you caught sight of

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