The taste of his lips, the warmth of his arms being wrapped around my body. The pink sky, the clouds shaped like hearts. Keeping you warm is my idea of luxury. I don’t need the expensive things or to be spoiled. Just late-night talk, or hours of talking that’s my idea of luxury as well. Hand in hand, time seems to slow down when it’s just you and me. Even in a crowded room everyone seems disappears. Seeing you down the hall, where our eyes meet, or you finding me in the crowd. There is no point in hiding from you. From the first touch, to the first time we ran into each other, from that day forward nothing has ever been the same. I remember you saying “Someday I am going to date that girl”, I never forgot that. I was red in the face, but I remember everything.
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