Love Drunk
One month, I fell for him. Two, I was a goner. Three, I was a daydreamer. But by the fourth, it was a nightmare. Everything came in beats. Beat one—fantasy. Beat two—admission. Beat three—love. But it’s the fourth beat that completely ruined me. Beat. Beat. Beat. With a shattered heart. He was my nightmare.
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