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Love Story
6.05.2006
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It all started with a heavy downpour, a week of glitch on summer's aggressive reign. I was lost. You were alone. There was a flash of lightning. And then we saw each other.
We were two bodies who sought warmth on each other's skin, safety on each other's arms, comfort in each other's presence.
The days that followed were much brighter. With the sun's blessing we painted the sky with twelve hundred shades of blue. And with your hand in mine, we strolled along fields of yellow sunflowers. And we lay side by side on the green grass, with the fluffy white clouds smiling at us as they pass by.
It was three weeks of borrowed heaven.
In a few hours my daydream will find its end. And I will find myself standing in the middle of the rain. Drenched, shivering and alone.
I'm letting go of the red balloon.
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:( I'm so sorry. :hug:
Peewee
oh. well, you jinxed it. happy birthday.
Claren Torres
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