"ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ„
"What are we doing?"
They ask as if I have a clue. As if I have ever had any idea what I'm doing, let alone this summer, the summer my world has turned upside down, for worse or for better.
"I don't know," I reply honestly, after some hesitation.
All I know is that, whatever we are doing, I like it. I never want to stop feeling this way, with this person.
I want this moment to last forever.
I've never needed anything more.
"ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ„
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