her (his pov 5)

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His pov,

I thought I was staring at the moon,
but it was just her.

I look at the sun,
and remember her radiant smile.

I listen to the downpour,
and think of her tears.

I see the shooting stars,
and see a picture of her twinkling eyes in my mind.

I read 'The fault in our stars' and think of us.

I listen to 'Chasing cars' and envision us.

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