endless midnights
A bottle of white, a bottle of red. Perhaps a bottle of rosé instead. The restaurant is a perfect place to pursue romantic interests and reminisce about long lost loves.
Basic Info
| Locale Type: |
Restaurant
|
| City: |
Melbourne |
| City Zone: |
The Rookery (Slum) |
| Management: |
Oceans |
| Quality: |
10 |
| Condition: |
perfect |
| Cash: |
1,061,650.60 M$ |
| Service Cost: |
1.00 M$ |
| Current storage size: |
392 of 15000 MU |
Note from the Management
We're just beginning you & I. Leaving the weight of the world at our door; we surrender to the now as time stands still. We're drunken smiles & graceless kisses & in infinite midnights and hazy dreams. Our mornings turn into nights where words end & our limbs speak under the northern lights; we swallow the stars; leaving no distance between you and I.
Intoxicated; I drown in your scent while your fingers trace along my spine and sleep becomes overrated. Crash into me; like a thousand stars and leave me breathless. You are my leap of faith, my favourite verse in a poem; and you are mine.
I watch you sleeping and my heart swells, for you are better than any dream; and I whisper into your collarbone, let this be it.
Because among all the madness; you are the only truth.
(& this is something meant to be)
I love you mi amor
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