several years ago, i bought a love potion from the old woman who peddled her homemade charms and amulets on the sidewalk. i planned to sneak a few drops in your morning coffee, for she told me that one falls in love with the first person he looks at after he drinks it.
at present, the bottle is still locked inside my drawer, not a single drop consumed. i don't know what kept me from using it on you all those years ago, but i think i'm ready to use it now.
staring at myself in the mirror, i swallow the love potion in one gulp, hoping to love myself a bit more.
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