I fell asleep with her photo in my hands the other night. The only thing that stopped me taking in everything about her, over and over again, was how I eventually couldn't keep my eyes open. And even then I didn't stop seeing her face. She's got me good, and I love it, because this time it's not difficult, and it's not an effort, and (you know what? I'm going to say it in all its simplistic glory) maybe she genuinely likes me too.


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I'm the happiest I've been in months. In years. Ever. A song of impossible joy is all I can hear, and confetti is all I can see, and I put my clapping hands in the air as high as they can go and I smile, not because I've been told to, or because I think it's what I should do, but because it feels right.


Everything I needed to lose, I left in that hall. This is a new start. Watch me.