Bi-Polar Love
There's nothing like the spell of a bi-polar boyfriend. His charms conjure laughter. He invited me over one night. I walked into the house. So many candles! He was Catholic. Did someone die? He brandished a bottle of wine. His manic attempt at romance! My tears of laughter streamed. A shrine of love! What candle factory did he rob? He left the room and returned. He'd drawn a hot bubble bath for me. The bathroom was full of candles. I thought “I can't get in that tub! I'll be butt-naked when this place goes up in flames!” Love is funny. Love is magical.
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