Night before jitters.
I wonder how it felt. The night before the first sex ever. The night before I left home. The night before seeing him for the second time - the first time doesn't count as there was no anticipation. The night before I left, knowing I would never lie beside him again. The night before the announcement of the prize. The night before my launch. When I wear that dress that makes me look nice and I have a list of people to thank. The night before it goes public. The night before they have started to read it. I am still a closed book this night before. Tomorrow, or the next night, you may see me differently.
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