There are moments where you can remember everything that went on.

Like the feel of the blankets on the bed and how the pillows that perfectly imprinted on us.

The simplicity of the whole thing was perfect. 

Just you and me

There was a slight humming of the projector, not noticeable unless you listen for it


our random comments over the show fit together like two matching puzzle pieces 

The smile that was permitted etched into my face would only get wider 

As I would turn and look at you

only to find that you were already looking at me


  • L. B. Mek

    reads, very sweet
    that rarity of serene simplicity, where everything falls, in place
    seemingly, without effort..
    thanks for sharing
    really liked your flow

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