You know the cliche moment of a romantic scene, the green grass tickling your skin while sitting next to someone. With butterflies fluttering around. That's what's going on now. Sitting boy I boy or girl that made you happy for years, with a picnic by your feet. The chicken wings bone thrown to your side of the blanket. ( you know u like them.) Your holding them by the waist, just taking in the moment. Smelling their rich scent. No one can have them at this moment.
( I can't believe that I wrote this when I'm single. Oh well)
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How I feel
RandomMira had a difficult time exempting feeling and giving them to others.
