Perfect blond hair and a perfectly beautiful face. Accidentally, I had fallen, and was taken to another place. Unbelievable, skipping like a young child playing hopscotch was my heart. Looking back I watched her walk away, wondering if it was an angel that I saw. An angel she was.
God himself had brought her down and I had to meet her. It wouldn't long before we would be holding hands during a dreadfully scary movie. Lump in my throat, to excited for words, I admired her from afar and could still feel her warm hand in mine. Every now and then we would lay under a blanket of stars on a clear summer sky. Shooting stars would scream by and I wondered if she heard them too.
Are they screaming for us?
Je rappelle...
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