I can see it playing clearly on the movie screen inside my head.
My head is leaning on his warm upper chest as we stroll arm in arm down the abandoned street, taking in every moment that swiftly passes us by. The warmth of the sun is decreasing as it begins to meet with the horizon, which blends astonishing pinks and purples across the cloudless sky as a brisk wind starts to pick up. Conversing over our memorable past and our hopeful future, he pulls me in closer to his chest like a one-sided hug and looks down towards me where our eyes meet in a long breathtaking gaze. Our voices seem to fade off into the distance and the houses outlining the street vanish, all I see, feel, and smell; is him. The smell of his cologne fills my nostrils with such a soothing aroma that makes me forget where I am, his right arm stretches across my shoulders with his fingers wrapped around my arm so he can firmly squeeze me closer towards him, and his captivating blue eyes bewitch mine so I can’t even blink, in fear that our gaze will come to an unfortunate resolution.
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