𔓘⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Under the Northern Lights (Lamine Yamal.)

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The chill of the Norwegian night wrapped around me as I gazed at the stars, their brilliance almost drowning out the soft glow of the moon.

Lamine stood beside me, his breath visible in the cold air, a reminder of how real this moment was. It felt surreal; he had once been just a dream, someone I longed for from afar.

Now, here he was, sharing this breathtaking view with me.

As the auroras danced above us, I couldn't help but reflect on the years of wishing, the countless nights spent dreaming of holding him close.

My heart swelled at the thought of our shared laughter echoing across the fjords, his playful teasing and the warmth of his embrace cutting through the cold.

I turned to him, and for a moment, everything else faded. His presence was my anchor, grounding me in a reality I never thought I’d deserve.

Can you believe it?” I whispered, breaking the silence.

You’re really here. With me.

He smiled, a soft, genuine expression that lit up his face even more than the lights above us.

I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” he replied, his voice warm despite the chill.

With each falling star, I made silent wishes, hoping to hold onto this moment forever.

The past felt distant, like a dream fading away, and in its place was the undeniable truth: Lamine was mine now.

I took a step closer, our shoulders brushing, as if we were meant to be together in this vast universe.

Do you ever think about how far we’ve come?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Every day,” he said, his eyes reflecting the starlight.

And I wouldn’t change a thing.

Time felt infinite under the celestial display, yet I knew it was fleeting. But as the cold wind kissed our cheeks, I resolved to cherish every second.

Lamine was my forevermore, a love that felt as endless as the night sky above us.

We stood there, enveloped in our own world, knowing that no matter the changes life threw our way, our bond would remain unbreakable.

In that moment, surrounded by the magic of Norway and the glow of the auroras, I understood that I would always choose him.

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