Magic happened last night.
Around midnight as the alcohol finally kicked in and I knew I must slink off to bed.
I was naughty.
I texted him...Darcy that is. Just something light and kind. That is all.
Putting the phone onto charge I went in search of a midnight snack and wandered back...crackers and cheese in hand.

Glimmering into view...a message.

Him.

You see, I cannot delete his number from my brain; it is scorched within.

But he answered.

'I did care for you, no matter what you may think...'

I absorbed the moments as the magic seeped through into my heart. I've promised not to become what he terms as his 'undoing'
...yet it is surely me who is undone.