Their romance was that of a young girl's dream- love letters, candle light, tenderness and many midnight star gazing. Swooning under the moonlight, she tied their dreams, side by side amongst the stars.
Their heads had been in the clouds, and her heart in his hand, but their feet were well planted. They knew that love had more to do with letting go, then moments like this of holding on.
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…and as the moon passed around the world a thousand times, and the days came tumbling one after another, attempting to tarnish their glow. That was when she took his hand and lead him under the midnight sky. She put his hand next to her breast, untied the ribbons from the stars, believing that they would become roots.
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