Half lovers

Archaic should describe the space held between us now. Touch, acquainted, familiar but unknown. Moments decorated by the false pretence of happiness and stark illusion. Disarmed heart scheming over mind. Memories endow us with beauty and terror, which will you sojourn, if given the chance? Indulge in the fool’s paradise of quixotic ideals, or perhaps you’ll notice the writing on the wall, to become cognisant of the perplexing verity of it all? Darling, don’t you get it? This is your prolonged wake up call.

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[emmajoygreen]

Big words and meanings, here. Is that - perhaps, to cover perhaps both the intense AND fragile state of your emotions? Your wake-up call is more than obvious, kim-elisabet!