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Precisely five years ago. It was spring. The ground was still frozen, the ice on the pavements turned walking in heels into an adventure. But oh! The scent of the air back then! It smelled of warmth, of books and Leonard Cohen lyrics, of new and of innocence.

Precisely five years ago. On the dot.

I tasted hot chocolate. Dense hot chocolate topped off with whipped cream; and I loved it instantly because it tasted of promises of feelings I’d never though could start blooming in my heart.