Ugly bits

I have come to

Value the

Awkwardness of mistaken

Intention. The

Grimace between smiles. Our

Friendships have

Endured drunken

Declarations of love. Tears

Too, unpaid rent, highs,

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Lows. Love resides

Not in glittering

Moments but in

Sodden pyjama trousers

Trekking to the off-licence for

Another bottle. Weaving

Through the

Underground on our way to the

Theatre. Holding each

Other by the hand.

Burnt toast, bloodshot

Eyes. Affection.