♪Love will be the echo in your
Ears when all is lost in plunder
My love will be there still♪
"I sometimes look up at the moon, the stars, the sky and wonder how someone is stupid enough to say that their lover is looking at it, too?" Michael asked skeptically as he held her hand tight.
"You're not a romantic," Angela drawled. "That's how."
"We breathe the same air, we share the same heart," he turned to her then. "Why do we always look on the outside for what's already within us? I love you Ang," he told her then, his eyes intense as he held her by the waist.
"I love you, too,"
"And when you and I aren't in the same place, I'd feel for this," he told her as he held her wrist delicately. "And know that somewhere out there when you think of me your pulse'll race, your breath'll catch and your heart'll skip a beat. I wouldn't look at the moon and feel all that, I'd feel it knowing that you'd feel it just by thinking of me, as I would, thinking of you."
"Such a romantic you are Mike,"
"I know. Now kiss me."
And kiss him she did.
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Stag Tales Moon Talk
Teen Fiction"Must there be a cliched dialogue a man says to the woman of his life as he proclaims his love for her?" "There must," she answered. "It's the one thing that all girls dream about as they fall asleep, wishing for a man who'll understand all of her i...
