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A night when your head is buzzing with thoughts and your phone glows dimly. Inside, there's no hysteria, just a heart that's beating too loudly. It wants to dance in a red dress in the middle of a bar, text your exes, download a playlist, delete it, and download it again. Everything goes round and round, like a ritual - to feel alive, even just a little.

Love here is not neat and not about logic. It flashes like lightning on a full moon, smells of adrenaline and perfume, leaves a mark, like a glass on a wooden bar. Funny, crazy, dangerous - but real. The kind that makes you want to howl at the moon or run to the first person who responds. The main thing is not to sleep.