You & I
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Last published Sun, May 16, 2021
- April 15th 2010
The day I KNEW I fell inlove.
~ The day was shinning though my window, the kisses from the sun woke me. Her small warm arms wraped around my torso. Her head nussled into my chest. It was hot. I could feel the heat of the day but its was only 7.30am. Her brown hair in her eyes. I lift my hand from around her. An removed the strands of hair from her face, i kiss her swifty on the for head lingering my lips there for longer than i should have. Her legs move from under the covers. And her arms stretch out. Her hazel eyes, slightly a little more green in them this morning were open.
"Hello" her voice rang though my ears. Like a soft meody of complette bliss.
"Good morning" i say.
I wrap my arms around her small frame. Snuggle my self into her neck. Kissing so gently down to her collar bone. Sending chills down my spine, giving me what felt like two sparrows in the pit of my stomach. Trying so hard to get free.
" I love you, Billie." I say.
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