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They were still holding hands when the waiter appeared with a menu prompting a sudden, but appropriate, retreat from the familiar. She was ashamed that he could, even for a moment, defuse her rage, which she had so carefully that morning summoned in the mirror. Autumn had come and gone much like Summer. The courtyard cafe where they sat was, at a time, was a favourite of theirs. He had proposed here. And they both used to speak in frequent of how the reception would be in a courtyard, much like this, with creeping jasmine-laced iron and duck confit.
I believe that the stars have souls. I believe that their place in the sky is the output of their energy, their wholeness. Each night, I watch the stars with wide eyes, intensely staring at the creation of their light. The sky is the spirit of existence, the showcase of love and truth and life. That night, the stars were especially bright. We laid on our backs in the grass, his arm wrapped around my waist, my head propped on his shoulder.
I do not think that love hurts. Pure love is a beautiful thing. But love also has consequences. And I think that sometimes those consequences hurt very much. They break even the things they love.
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