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Love hangover

When I woke up the other day I felt like last night was dream. And I was suffering from a love hangover. The signs included feeling slightly dizzy, overly generous, very kiddy, and I was giggling to every child. Some of my co workers even noticed I looked like I was glowing now.
I had a reason to.

I was extra flirty with almost every customer and this girl even tried to give me her number. I apologized saying I already had a lady. I texted Ava to come over at my house bc I've being at hers long enough, getting her food and roses and everything even before we were even a thing. Now I want her to be familiar with me. I want to open up.

"Hey your here!" She opened the door to her apartment as I had told her I would be her escort to my own house. And we left right after she was done with locking her apartments. When we reached my house I apologized if she found anything messy but she said she like my aesthatic.
"That's not an aesthetic it's just how it is" I smiled humbly.

"Well, I like it. It reminds me of home." I looked at her a bit astonished.

"It reminds me of home too...Are you from the British isles?"

"Yeah I am" She caressed the walls of the kitchen. Looking distant.

"That was my home too!" I neared her. She looked at my triangular sweater I was wearing. "That's also very British." She pointed. I chuckled. And started pouring the tea as the kettle had whistled.

"I don't have the money to upgrade to anything better. Besides I kind of like it this way. I could knit you one of these if you want" I went on rambling and when I stopped she was looking at me with tears in her eyes. I put down the cup of tea and came near her concerned.
"What's wrong?" I whispered. She smiled through the tears staring at my sweater. She shook her head. Feeling conscious she removed the tears from her eye with her finger.

I wanted to do that for her.

"Nothing, it's just. I knew I had to meet someone special. I knew it was you." She mumbled. My heart felt warmer. I could cry too.

"Hey, hey. It's ok. The moment I saw you I went crazy. I rambled on to Archie how you were from my recurring dreams. Darling, you are my dream." I cupped her face in my hands. Wiping her tears. She held my hands smiling and almost laughing. I give her a tiny peck and pour both of us some tea.

We sit on the couch. "This is called pink tea from some of my Irish mates in the 11th century. I doubt they remember it bc the village was small where it originated from. It's good for your anxiety. In fact everything else there in the body!" I exclaimed. She took a big gulp and sat her tea on the table.

"Can I have some of that sweater?" She pointed I smiled. "Yes ma'm come right in." I gave her some space since it was a bit oversized.

"I like that I can be in your home now. Mysterious café boy." she said softly grinning cheekily. I kiss her forehead. Lazily playing with her hair.

"You are my home, dream doll"