Do you remember the precipice. Whence you jumped.
How it all. Fell oh so naturally. Into place.
Every. Single. Moment.
A collage of perfection. Angel blessed.
The beauty of love. Is about loving. And letting.
Oh the being.
And because you know. Intuitively. A premature death. Lay on the horizon. You savor each moment. As if the last.
How delicious it is.
Talking til dawn. Holding hands.
Laughter. On the phone.
Kisses. On skin.
Champagne. On rooftops.
Running in the rain.
Two A.M. Balcony moments. City asleep.
Chocolate sundaes. On Sunday. Walking across. Royals on Princes Bridge.
Laughing. Like little kids. In your Sunday best.
Eyes cast. With tenderness. Softness. Deep affection.
Corner kisses. Candy promises. Sweet caresses.
Midnight love. Indigo sky. A thousand stars.
You couldn’t get enough. Of each other.
And you were. His everything. And all.
Before the taint. The crash. The burn.
Confusion. Doubt. Frustration.
And you can ask yourself. All the questions. Drive yourself. Mad.
Or you can. Drown out. The noise.
The white noise.
Love. Bask. Know.
That for a heartbeat. It was.
So be. That.
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