Prague

October. Autumn begins to set in. I ache for Prague with every fibre
of my being. The beauty, the sound, the smell, the romance, the
atmosphere...

Beauty is abound in Prague. You can't help but be caught up in it and
be taken in a whirling tornado of all things bohemian and
gorgoeus.

It was in Prague that some of the happiest moments of my life have been
spent. In love with the city, in love with life, in love with love, in
love with...well...

I was in love. I don't know if he felt anything like I did. I was drunk
on the romance of the place, the streets with the autumnal leaves
floating to the ground ever so slowly...swirling black lilies totally
ripe...and everything in our relationship climaxed there.

To begin with, I was jealous. That feeling made so so sick with fear
that I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, my body ached constantly. I felt
moved to tears...

Accordingly, I stepped up the flirtation and surprisingly, it worked.
My naughty manipulative self turned, from my point of view, everything
around.

This love wasn't obvious. It was kept to an extremely bare minimum. No
obvious flirting was shown, I was just happy to be in his company.
Instead of love for oneupmanship, it was love for love's sake.

Everything was beautiful, decadent, opulent. Life had never been
better. Not even a "but" to ruin it. I am drowning in an exquisite
chasm of memories and nothing ever can or will rob them from me...