Dress by H&M
That day was one I will not soon forget. The sky was a perfect blue, and the wind - it lifted my hair over his neck with a delicacy impossible to produce on my own. |
His lips parted - he tried to tell me something. |
We were never alone. |
But I didn't want to hear it. I couldn't hear it. Things were too perfect as they were. And as I watched over them that day - watching me, I couldn't help but love myself. |
And I never wanted that feeling to end. And as long as the wind still blew, it wouldn't. |
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