I can feel the end coming closer, by the second, as the wind brushes through the blades of grass in the park close to the Aya Sophia. Four weeks of bliss. Four weeks of pain. Four weeks of discovery. Four weeks of sickness. Four weeks of love. I have lived all of those at one point or another. Luckily, this time around 'luck' is now on my side (most of the time). Love is now the word in the air. Full-fledged, passionate, can't-stop-thinking-about-you, I'll-do-anything-to make-you-smile, you-are-my-only-one, dancing-in-the-streets, sleepless, exhausting, energizing, fulfilling, sweet sweet L-O-V-E love. I won't mention a name. Simply a fragrance.
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