You took my hand, enamoured by the way I get so excited around animals and nature.
I held you close in the grey dusk, tangled up in limbs and sheets with the lullaby of music playing.
You would brush my hair behind my ear with delicate fingers, lamplight sparkling in your eyes.
I would nervously watch you when you weren't looking, mesmerized by the soft curve of your cheek or the sway of your dress.
We danced around other, butterflies of hesitation, happy and content to simply exist near the other.
I didn't know these moments would be fleeting yet I held onto them just as fiercely.
To remember how it felt to sit next to another kind soul and whisper secrets in the dark, giddy with a roseblush feeling.
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PoetryHer. She is the first girl that stole your breath and broke your heart. She is the girl at the bookstore humming to herself in the aisles. She is the girl who inked poetry into the margines of her notebooks. She is each girl you fall for, each gi...
