The sun is rising above the horizon like a sign of promise. They both sat into the edge of the cliff, looking at the birds as their witness. He offered her his sweater. The air edged with warmth and for a moment she thought of how evident time flies, either the days are a lot shorter when she's with him or she's lost track of time.
"Why do you love me?" the boy asked the girl beside her.
He wasn't used to the kind of love which he doesn't know is possible, a love that compromise and flows peacefully like mornings.
"Because when I think of love, I think of you and every little thing we do, that out of all the love that came before you were the only love that feels like a personifying period." the girl replied.
There is a rhythm between that declaration.
"Did I answer your question?" the girl asked and smiled at him.
He nodded at the girl and kissed her on the forehead while he rubbed her back gently. He was in awe, not with how beautiful the view is, but because she looked at him like how she looks at the ocean like it's always been the first time.
"I love you" He whispered. And there it is, the beginning of certainties.
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Ephemeral Echoes
PoetryCreating these pages are like carving my own unfathomable thoughts. It's an exploration of love-whether gifted by others or cultivated within. Each page represents a facet of myself, carried with me wherever I go, or sometimes left behind in attempt...
