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S e l i a
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The salty breeze caressed our skin. The waves lapped at our feet, windows were thrown open, laced laundry hung out to dry in the crisp morning air, honey tapped and collected from the tree barks, an orchard of apple trees, curls coated in salt.
Our reaching out for one another forbidden, yet we try it anyway, never quite touching. Is this love? I'm not too certain. Call it what you want, call it everything, anything you come up with. The feelings within me bubbled and stirred whenever you were within a proximity, growing so big and warm in my chest to the point I thought it would collapse. It ached, it writhed, till it became its own creature - unnamed.
In our life, it thunders the minute we call out each other's names. Perhaps in another, the world stops breathing before our lips connect. Perhaps in the next, we run through a field of daffodils, hopping into a nearby lake and never coming up for air.
