Love Drunk
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One month, I fell for him.
Two, I was a goner.
Three, I was a daydreamer.
But by the fourth, it was a nightmare.
Everything came in beats.
Beat one—fantasy.
Beat two—admission.
Beat three—love.
But it’s the fourth beat that completely ruined me.
Beat.
Beat.
Beat.
With a shattered heart.
He was my nightmare.