it will be the most innocent of love stories. filled with tears and endlessly flushed cheeks and adoring gazes.
we’ll be barefoot at our wedding, our feet sliding over the cool damp sand and our air salted lips touching as we become one.
the night sky will be our refuge, guiding our eyes from one eternity to another as we let the silence consume our thoughts.
it will be the type of love they will write about, the type of love that doesn’t exist.