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The rest of the night turned into the happiest day of my existence. Running down the busy streets of New York, gazing at the city lights, and taking every opportunity to lay my lips upon her. Later that night, we did it.
We did not have sex, it wasn't for pleasure. We made love, to show another step of love. I guess in a way to express my seriousness, I'm not sure.
Azaria fell asleep, and it is currently 4 in the morning. By this point I knew, I was completely and fully in love with her. Every little freckle, a kiss from the Sun. Her eyes the color of the 11 a.m. sunny sky. The rose in her cheeks, her pale tone. What I fancy most, her lips like clouds lifting you into a world beyond imagination.
Her scars, each one I kissed. I needed her to know even the little mistakes I'd caress into my arms.
Her thoughts, I told Azaria the great satisfaction I find in her way of thinking. That even her little sad thoughts I'd try and reverse. Convince them to return to the deep darkness in where they abducted her mind from.
Her, I let her know that everything. Every damn centimeter, I could not get enough of. Ever.
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The Darkness of The Sun
RomanceBecause I view her as the Sun, and without her the Earth, the galaxy is entirely and fully, nothing. (¡Favorite&follow&comment!)
