Niamh

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I thought when I fell in love it wouldn’t be disgusting like it was with other people – we wouldn’t speak in baby voices or force people to walk off the pavement and onto the road because we couldn’t bear to let go of each other’s hands even for a second – but there I was, staring into your eyes because you were more interesting to me than any film we could have chosen to watch. Love feels like cherishing a little yellow duckling in your hands. That’s a disgusting way of describing something, but it turns out love is fucking disgusting.
Notes on Heartbreak
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