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its too nice outside, and im too happy. lol i just cant resist this pull of nostalgia.
The air is biting cold, with that very particular smell that comes with autumn- a combination of dry leaves and smoking chimneys that brings thoughts of stolen moments and long kisses. The sun is just beginning to set, casting a fire-tinged glow over a world that is silent. So silent, in fact, that if you listen hard enough, you can hear the earth breathing, and catch the whispered promises of lovers borne up on the chilly breeze.
Somehwere, on a solitary bench in an empty park, there is a girl. She is alone, but not lonely. She has her legs folded indian-style underneath her, and she is leaning over a small spiral bound notebook, chewing on the end of a pen as the wind blows her long blonde hair around her face. her eyes are shining with a quiet excitement. She touches her pen to the page and begins to write. She writes of the beauty of autumn, of the comfort and stability of the steady change of the seasons. While she loves to watch them change, she loves this one best. She loves pulling a sweatshirt on and letting the crisp, cold air dance teasingly around her. She wishes fall could last forever, because it has the power to unlock some of the dreams left dormant in her heart.
She looks up suddenly, as if she's heard a sound, and the quiet excitement in her eyes blossoms into rapture as she jumps up and runs straight into the warm, strong embrace of precious love. She tips her head back so she can look up at him, and he rests one warm, gentle hand on her face, leans down, and stops time with a kiss.
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She is wrapped up in his arms, so tightly that she can barely breathe, but she doesn’t care. She doesn’t need air, all she needs is the feel of heart beating against her chest. She knows she could survive forever on nothing but his kiss. The air is calm and still, and the swollen summer moon hangs low in the velvet sky. She is lost inside his eyes, she is breathing in everything about him. She is slowly and sweetly drowning in ecstasy with no desire to surface. She doesn’t know how long they’ve been there: a minute, an hour, a year. The concept of time has ceased to exist for her. She tells herself that as long as they stand there, pressed together, time will pause, the world will wait on hold, and the night will last forever. She wants it to. She wants to spend the rest of her life looking at him, holding onto him. She doesn’t care if they never speak another word, because word’s could never capture what is in her heart. There is nothing that could tear her away from him, and she knows, in this moment, that she will love him her whole life. She can only pray that he will let her stay, that he will let her love him. If he doesn’t, she knows that she will quietly gather the pieces of her shattered heart and lock them away with every memory of him. She will never need it again, because he will always be her only one. She doesn’t believe the people who tell her it will never last. She only feels sorry for the fact that they don’t know how it feels.
She looks at him, and she sees everything she’s ever wanted, everything she’s ever dreamed of having. She doesn’t know how to tell him, but she is fairly sure that he knows, that he can read it in her eyes and taste the words that are forever stuck on the tip of her tongue.
She hooks her arms around her neck, and he squeezes her tighter, pressing her against his chest, holding her there. She hopes he will hold onto her forever.
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The air is biting cold, with that very particular smell that comes with autumn- a combination of dry leaves and smoking chimneys that brings thoughts of stolen moments and long kisses. The sun is just beginning to set, casting a fire-tinged glow over a world that is silent. So silent, in fact, that if you listen hard enough, you can hear the earth breathing, and catch the whispered promises of lovers borne up on the chilly breeze.
Somehwere, on a solitary bench in an empty park, there is a girl. She is alone, but not lonely. She has her legs folded indian-style underneath her, and she is leaning over a small spiral bound notebook, chewing on the end of a pen as the wind blows her long blonde hair around her face. her eyes are shining with a quiet excitement. She touches her pen to the page and begins to write. She writes of the beauty of autumn, of the comfort and stability of the steady change of the seasons. While she loves to watch them change, she loves this one best. She loves pulling a sweatshirt on and letting the crisp, cold air dance teasingly around her. She wishes fall could last forever, because it has the power to unlock some of the dreams left dormant in her heart.
She looks up suddenly, as if she's heard a sound, and the quiet excitement in her eyes blossoms into rapture as she jumps up and runs straight into the warm, strong embrace of precious love. She tips her head back so she can look up at him, and he rests one warm, gentle hand on her face, leans down, and stops time with a kiss.
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She is wrapped up in his arms, so tightly that she can barely breathe, but she doesn’t care. She doesn’t need air, all she needs is the feel of heart beating against her chest. She knows she could survive forever on nothing but his kiss. The air is calm and still, and the swollen summer moon hangs low in the velvet sky. She is lost inside his eyes, she is breathing in everything about him. She is slowly and sweetly drowning in ecstasy with no desire to surface. She doesn’t know how long they’ve been there: a minute, an hour, a year. The concept of time has ceased to exist for her. She tells herself that as long as they stand there, pressed together, time will pause, the world will wait on hold, and the night will last forever. She wants it to. She wants to spend the rest of her life looking at him, holding onto him. She doesn’t care if they never speak another word, because word’s could never capture what is in her heart. There is nothing that could tear her away from him, and she knows, in this moment, that she will love him her whole life. She can only pray that he will let her stay, that he will let her love him. If he doesn’t, she knows that she will quietly gather the pieces of her shattered heart and lock them away with every memory of him. She will never need it again, because he will always be her only one. She doesn’t believe the people who tell her it will never last. She only feels sorry for the fact that they don’t know how it feels.
She looks at him, and she sees everything she’s ever wanted, everything she’s ever dreamed of having. She doesn’t know how to tell him, but she is fairly sure that he knows, that he can read it in her eyes and taste the words that are forever stuck on the tip of her tongue.
She hooks her arms around her neck, and he squeezes her tighter, pressing her against his chest, holding her there. She hopes he will hold onto her forever.
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