Walking through a field of willow trees,
Your hand in mine, feel the breeze.
The colors, the air
So perfect, without a care.
Pick me a flower,
stay for an hour.
Never leave me.
As we walked along the river, sat on the swing, I realized that I have been lost for far too long. I took my own happiness away from me without knowing. And now? It's like a light bulb went off in the Dark Ages. The nicest day, sunshine with beautiful cumulonimbus clouds hanging in the cerulean sky, was the backdrop for it all. The feelings, sure they already existed, already were there, but the perfection of that afternoon signified that this love, this gorgeous romance wasn't going anywhere. Dandelion wisps, willow trees, flowers, the river. Sometimes, a picked flower is more romantic. He walked over and picked the prettiest pink flower for me, brushing my hair back placing it in my hair. The next moment, grabbing my chin and kissing me sweetly. This moment, every moment with him is perfect.
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