» there’s love, which is much deeper, much different. It’s a thing of beauty.
Kiss me. Take my hand and stare eagerly into my eyes. Gently push me up against the wall, move in close so your body is pressed against mine. My heart flutters and my blood rushes because I know this is it, this is going to be our first kiss. My eyes say, “follow me to the ends of the earth” and all I want to do is be yours.
The Lines on our hands state that we are for Forever.
"The Lines on our hands state that we are for Forever"
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Sunday, May 17, 2015 at 10:56 PM
Forgotten.
Can we really forget all that has happened.
Sometimes, I'll unknowingly call out your name
Or when someone says your name,
My ears will listen attentively.

Meeting people. Forging new bonds.
Yet, a piece of me remains at that very spot...
Waiting for a hopeless hope.
I want to fully evolve into a new me.
But can we really forget? Can I?
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