T w e n t y T h r e e

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The stars 

had started to show themselves.

The cold wind blowing.

I take in

A deep breath

And gulping I stand up

From the grass I was lying on.

Ava too stands up,

Confused.

I clear my throat,

"With these stars

As witnesses,

Today I'd like to make a promise. "

"A promise?"

She asks.

I nod,

Looking straight into her eyes

"I love you, Ava"

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