I love days like these.
Sitting back against a white wall, lathered in the sun's buttery heat.
Eyes closed.
Lips parted.
Sometimes they quirk up into a smile, imagining that you kissed them while I remained unsuspecting.
The autumn leaves have fallen. Scatterings of ruby, amber and gold. With the season's change, I've noticed your eyes on me in my periphery. When I turned to look at you, you simply held my gaze.
You approached me. You laughed. You got closer. And closer.
The one I once admired from afar stood before me; you're smiling too.
But what exists in your dreams does not in reality.
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