There are very few times when 5:23 am is a reasonable hour of the morning to be awake.
When fishing, it can be helpful.
When sick, it can be hurtful.
When a thought, so powerful and beautiful crashes into your frontal lobe at a break neck speed, forcing your eyes open and a single word to emanate from your mouth, that's just brilliant.
The thought that you are in love and the person whom the feelings stem from seems to reciprocate them caused me to regain consciousness almost violently and whisper...
"Alex....."
It is a many splendid thing, love, and I seem to have been thrown into the deep end of it. So deep that it causes me to wake up at ungodly hours realising I am in an utterly perfect relationship with an utterly perfect woman.
That is all
Goodbye Peasants.
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