Thursday, March 18, 2010
Perfection is defined when your heart beats next to mine, and time stands still for us. My hand in your hair, and yours on my chest. Moments with you are my life’s best. We crossed paths for a reason, the planets aligned in that particular season. It’s clear to me that we'll eventually be inseparable.
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