Hangover - Mar 31, Apr 1

Remember, long ago, enrapt of Venus, in college, brought to meet by chance, how, falling into that first, most fateful glance a straightaway spark flirted between us? And, too, can you recall the eager shyness? On the day that turned up next, a thrilling trance hurled us into an uninhibited expanse which then crackled with electric newness. But nowadays, that’s just as far away into the forlorn yesteryear as you are distant now—and, almost strangers, we’ve matured apart, growing further every day. A curse upon wicked fate! who withdrew her blessing and unraveled our fragile weave!