There is nothing better then feeling weightless. Just a solid body evaporated into the billows of smoke clouding around your face. And your mind completely shuts down, and your vision goes hazy, and everything around is seemingly going in slow motion. Your movements feel as if you are underwater, so you stumble and laugh, because you can't feel embarrassed. You can't feel anything at all. That is how Lake Harringside feels almost all of the time, and that is how Harry feels whenever he is around her. {this is also posted on my quotev, so this is not stolen material.}
The jubilant, loud laugh echoed through the cafe, permeating his soul and awakening memories that were long forgotten. Her laugh was like hearing an old song, remembering the lyrics as though the song only just played yesterday. The sweet sound kindled memories of a summer gone and the time he spent with the only woman he'd ever loved.
{the sequel to Summertime & Butterflies}