july 30th, 1981
Idonia Street, St Paul Deptford, GREENWICH
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Dearest little birdy,
When I woke up today, you were on my windowsill. I don't like to believe in 'signs' or fate, maybe because I'm going mad and delirious and I hate to believe that there is something out there on a different plane that randomly decides whether two people should fall in love, or someone should die at a certain moment.
Opening the window felt so refreshing, like letting in the morning breeze and feeling like the days would be okay. You hopped onto my hand and I felt my heart swell up with love.
I wasn't very open to new things, but perhaps there was something out there.
It didn't hurt to believe in a little bit of magic.
~INDYLULU
