I used to be so enthusiastic. Repeating and remembering words to myself. Sentences I ached to put together into some form of presentable prose.
For the three years I was in love I was a writer.
There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more than to never feel the breaking apart.
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Every box of Quality Street has a small, round caramel toffee wrapped in golden. No crunchy nutty filling, no gooey strawberry or bittersweet orange center. No smooth praline. Not dipped in any milky chocolate or dark deliciousness. Purely ordinary sickly sweet, chewy caramel that always gets stuck in the teeth. By far the most unwanted candy in the collection. And the easiest to forget and never crave again.
Things feel too much like being the golden candy in the box at the moment.
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