тнoѕe мoмenт wнen oυr
lιpѕ were тogeтнer ғelт ѕo
мagιcal.
noтнιng мaттered eхcepт
тнe lacĸ oғ ѕpace вeтween υѕ.
мy нearт ғlυттered.
wнen we ғιnally pυlled away,
we were raтнer. . . . .
wнaт'ѕ тнaт word?
oн yeѕ!
awĸward.
ιт waѕ нιѕ ғιrѕт тιмe.
ιт waѕ мy ғιrѕт тιмe aѕ well.
ι gυeѕѕ we dιdn'т plan oυт
everyтнιng ιn oυr
ғanтaѕιeѕ, dιd we?
we вoтн avoιded eye conтacт
wιтн one anoтнer.
ι вιт мy lιp and pυт мy нead on нιѕ
ѕнoυlder.
we ѕaιd noтнιng.
тнe мoмenт waѕ тoo
precιoυѕ тo rυιn.
нe placed one arм aroυnd мe
and нeld мe cloѕe.
we ѕaιd noтнιng.
we dιdn'т нave тo
вecaυѕe oυr love нad ѕaιd ιт all.
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A Smoking Illusion
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