"Love is walking together, whether it's through the beach or through the sandstorm." She looked at him, with a warm smile and her dimples adorning her cheeks. "But, my love, I would always walk with you through anything. And rather lift you up in my arms or on my shoulders in any adversity or any storm." He affirmed, holding her hand. He squeezed her palms to reassure her. He took a step closer and touched their foreheads together. The shade of the skies was the exact shade of His eyes. Hazel golden. The sunrise behind them was a testimony to hope. To new beginnings and faith. To courage and trust. To love. Love is a beautiful fairytale. And yes, fairytales are true. ⋅───⊱༺ ♡♡ ༻⊰───⋅ ∆ Updated Weekly ∆