Our infinite moments

Eleanor once thought this boy was her world. She felt it all. The butterflies. The late-night tossing and turning. The halcyon days wrapped up in his arms. The idea of fancying someone.

Until she didn't.
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" i fancy the daffodils in the fields
as the dandelions sway in the breeze
the mid-mornings and twilight
the scorching sun and moonlight
why are we so fickle
even when we fall "