Tightrope
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Mountains and valleys, and all that will come in between Desert and ocean You pulled me in and together we're lost in a dream Always in motion So I risk it all just to be with you And I risk it all for this life we choose Hand in my hand and you promised to never let go We're walking the tightrope High in the sky We can see the whole world down below We're walking the tightrope Never sure, will you catch me if I should fall? Well, it's all an adventure That comes with a breathtaking view Walking the tightrope- Tightrope-The Greatest Showman. You chose Mark and he chose you. It isn't always easy, life isn't But he takes care of you, and piece by piece, you are slowly coming back together.
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"I waited ages just so I could meet you again." 𖤓☽ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩ Hands gripped my hips, and I was tugged back against a solid chest. His arm came around my waist, and his palm landed on my hip. In one swift motion, he had me secured against him. Every inch of my skin that was flushed against him heated. Even through the thin fabric of my dress and his blazer. Turning my head to look up at his face, I didn't care that my lips had parted and that my eyes probably looked hazy and a little clouded. Keeping our gazes locked, my arms lifted of their own accord, my hands linking behind his neck. Without really knowing how, my hips started moving. And we were dancing. The memory of us dancing when we were children crossed my mind. How ironic it was that we'd found ourselves in the same situation after twenty years and now that we seemed like completely different people.

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