I will never fall in love

I was young Maybe six. I step toward the window,slightly ajar. The breeze whips up my nightgown as I walk towards the moonshine spread across the carpet of my room. In my hand is a rosé. Deep red like velvet. I hold my hand to the light and say "I will never fall in love".

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