It is a dream within a dream, me being in love with you, collecting small ice figurines inside our shared freezer, yearly cleaning of the old cassettes, missing each other so much it feels like the ice figurines are stuck inside our chest, saying so, being vulnerable to the point of laughing with snorts over a bizarre video on the tube, falling over not caring how silly we look, how silly we feel, how silly we walk out of the shower, wrapping left over chocolates from work in a small tissue paper and bringing it home, it melting completely while it is being brought home, the dainty dishes we stack one over the other like a challenge, what will break first the dishes or small portions of our hearts, because loving mindfully is knowing that even in love hearts break, catching crashing waves and falling jamuns and frangipanis and our wills as they descend to the ground from time to time, being in love with you is a way of being, in all the ways of being, it is a dream within a dream.
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