Moments
Your smile, your laugh, your smell, just the very essence of you is enough to make me go weak. Your love to me is like a vial of life because, of the way it gives me life. Your mines and mines alone we’ll even tho I didn’t plan on sharing anyway. You will never get how much you mean to me. That’s why I plan on giving you my lifetime and even after that to show you how much of value you are to me. Money, fame, and other intangibles mean nothing in comparison to you. For you are like the begging moments of a butterflies life so beautiful and awe inspiring. That is when we come to the realization that. That beautiful moment only occurs once in a lifetime. So once the moments are gone there is no getting them back.
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