A love story from The Muse.
– It was past the midnight hour, it made sense at the time –
I often rise and write in middle of the night, sometimes I’m awake and coherent, other times – not so much. You know how when you’re dreaming, things make a weird kind of sense they certainly never make in the light of day? Well, my nighttime romps with words are sometimes like that.
This made sense. It did. I woke up thinking I’d written a little love story about two people who thought they would never find love because they were never quite accepted for some reason, until they find it with each other.
I kind of did that, but not the way I thought I did.
So . . . I can’t believe I’m even sharing this – I give you the awkward love story of P and I.
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