It was the moment that I stared into your eyes that the universe halted.
It was in that moment that everything dead in me began to breath. Even though I was not yours and still not, as I was, I am still lost in you as a candle lit at noon.
So whatever happens with us, your body will haunt mine tender, your touch on my body will remain firm, protective and searching...
Whatever happens, this is.
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