NOVEMBER: I'm not sure which day, but I can confidently say. We met on a day in November. As we stand surrounded by the mist and cool wispy air. I cant help, but to laugh. Laugh at the way you pose with me during photos. Laugh at the warmth you bring when I move closer.
NOVEMBER:
I'm not sure which day, but I can confidently say. We met on a day in November. 

As we stand surrounded by the mist and cool wispy air. I cant help, but to laugh. 

Laugh at the way you pose with me during photos. Laugh at the warmth you bri... poetry stories
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Almost a year now ♤

NOVEMBER: I'm not sure which day, but I can confidently say. We met on a day in November. As we stand surrounded by the mist and cool wispy air. I cant help, but to laugh. Laugh at the way you pose with me during photos. Laugh at the warmth you bring when I move closer.

Laugh at the way we are able to lure out each others smiles so naturally. As we sprinkled laughter onto the air. Within a vulnerable instant, I saw a secret revealed inside those eyes. From my eyes, capturing that look. A look in where a future accidentally peaked through.

I silently witnessed your thoughts unhidden behind your eyes. I quickly glazed away that stolen glimpse. And all I could do was enjoy the moment as it continues on. While you enjoyed on what would be beyond.

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