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OLIVIA PAUSED, CHEWING on her lips. Her eyes lifted up to the window at the feeling of a cool Venetian breeze gently caressing her cheeks and smiled, glancing over the city. Her gaze though quickly returned to her notebook as she realised she was unconsciously pressing the tip of her pen to the paper. She watched with some irritation as the dark ink spread into a sphere and let out a short breath, her glance settling back onto the lonely word 'dear'. Frankly, Olivia had no-one to write to. All she wanted was to pour out her emotions that had been bubbling inside her since she'd arrived at St Mark's Square after dinner where for the first time an environment had made her feel truly alive. She contemplated writing the words "dear diary" in place of a name, however it was too unnatural for her—who would even want to write to a diary? Letters were very much less rigid, according to Olivia Hedley.
She'd been pondering on who to write to for so long that she'd started to feel like a bubbling kettle, impatient to let out her feelings onto the smooth yellow-tinted paper. Doesn't matter, she finally decided and left it blank.
The apartment was quiet, the only sound audible was the faint pitter-patter from her brother's shower and the slight snoring from her exhausted mother collapsed on the sofa. Olivia propped her elbow on the table and leaned on it, her pen moving across the page. She planned to tear the page off after she was done and throw it out of the window, wanting to leave a trace of her existence everywhere she went. It was something she'd been doing for a while, since the start of the trip. Olivia finally signed off the letter and let out a soft sign of satisfaction, her eyes lingering on her cheesy piece of poetry-letter.
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Tonight was magical.
The midnight sky was a soft ebony black velvet and I was a speck of ordinary dust alighted among the stars.
The music was the sweet, eerie sound of Cupid, weightlessly lifting me up into the clouds and making me sing the songs of love.
Mellow light from the lampposts stringed ripples and ripples of light bouncing off the dark blue yonder, and I was a delirious young moth in love with the inextinguishable glow of fire.
Tonight, I thought of you and how our paths might meet under the celestial bodies with gentle pizzicatos humming the sound of our souls intertwining.
Tonight, I imagined you and I sitting on each end of the gondola, our smiles lit up by the soft lantern light scattered across the river.
And tonight, I looked up at the same moon we were standing under and wondered if I would ever find the Eros to my Psyche.
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