Today, on a day marked mostly by the pervasive drizzle that failed to fully relinquish control like it kept teasing to, Dublin came courting. It was only a few moments that I suddenly, magically found myself gazing at him in a cafe, but it did my heart good. That brogue...those eyes...thrilling. As always, I wished the encounter could've been longer, that I knew once again what his lips tasted like instead of relying on delicious memories.
I'm sure our time will come again. And I've no doubt it will resuscitate me when I need it most and expect it least, just like it always does. Ah, Dublin. We know we can never hold onto each other, but I treasure those rare moments when I get to hold you.
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