“He put me on the ceiling”

Following connection that was far from intimate theatre, she was quiet, with eyes clouding over. Starting to speak of the past.

He put me on the ceiling. Don’t ask me why or how. And don’t ever try.

Being part of another’s life when the major romance has come and gone.

May not end up being the last choice, but the power of the first puts you somewhere far back.

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