poetry for the poetic: 3

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"when did you fall in love with me?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips.

he laughed. "i knew you were going to ask me that"

"so tell me," she smirked, playfully.

he sighed. "it was about a year ago, we were sitting in the library and studying, and you were listening to music. i had to get up to get a book and when i came back, i looked at you. the rays of sun were peeking through the windows making your hair golden, and your eyes shine. you had your head down, and you were in your own world. then someone came up to me and said, 'you look at her like she's the goddamn sun. and i knew. i would never let go of my sun."