as she stood with her nose pressed against the glass, watching the thunderstorm and laughing, he knew he loved her. she was like a little girl sometimes and it was one of his favorite things about her. each time she saw lightning, her eyes widened and she smiled and when he wrapped his arms around her from behind he knew that was where he was meant to be.
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Touch the Sky
Poetryfor anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.
