It remembers the nights we talked endlessly under the stars and the expanse of the universe.
Where you held me in your arms and we cuddled until we fell asleep.
It remembers the nights we talked endlessly under the stars and the expanse of the universe.
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Where you held me in your arms and we cuddled until we fell asleep.
Where our philosophical and heart to heart conversations were set out into the wind and the trees.
Nothing was off the table, and I felt like I could be anybody.
It remembers the warm embrace and slow dancing with you to ballads.
I longed for your hugs and the arms that coddled and soothed all my insecurities.
It remembers eating popcorn in silent libraries and streets ringing with our laughter.
A small sushi restaurant where the two of us were tucked away in a small booth in a corner.
It feels like joy and pure bliss, the kind of happiness found only in fairytales and story books.
You were my source of happiness.
It remembers the big brown eyes I could easily lose myself in.
When I am crying in the corner of a room after an emotional breakdown.
Until your eyes brought me back to life as you gently coaxed me out of my intense mood.
As you brought me hope and comfort by just seeing your eyes.
Eyes that spoke of trials and tribulations you have faced and overcame.
Eyes that I greatly admired.
At 3 a.m., my mind wanders back to you.
