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You thought I was going to propose at the top of the Eiffel Tower. Instead, we argued constantly because it turned out I was afraid of heights. In the photo at the top, I managed to smile briefly so we could show our families, but as soon as it was taken, I became angry again. 

Later that night, in the hotel overlooking the tower, I drank alone whilst you slept. The film Tetro was on TV. I loved Vincent Gallo more than I loved you. As you lay there sleeping, part of me didn’t want you to ever wake up.

Oliver Land’s work has appeared in Hobart Pulp, X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine, Expat Press, Apocalypse Confidential, Spectra Poets, and Burial Magazine. He is the author of the novella-in-flash Dissolve and the poetry collection White Light Fades. He serves as the editor of Plague Circus Press.