Falling in love for cynics.

Chapter 1

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it will not be romantic.

believe me when i say there are no rose-tinted glasses,
there are no flower petals or hearts in your eyes,
no racing hearts and sweaty palms.
it is a sudden, random realisation,
flying at you without warning.
it is like standing in the queue at the supermarket at three in the morning,
clutching a video, a packet of coffee, a litre of milk.
it is like sitting on a swing sideways,
watching everything zoom past you and feeling flies in your hair.
it is standing outside in the cold at six a.m.
with little idea of how you got there,
and the vague realisation of
"oh.
it's not as cold as it was before."

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