My Favorite Memory of Us

June 22, 2016

The

city

sparkled bright.

Your eyes did too.

I was lost in the

surroundings because I

was staring at you. The ice,

quickly melting, just like my heart,

but we skated around ‘til after dark.

The memory has marked its place in my heart.

The train station buzzed with people and more.

We ordered coffee in a small store;

we waited for six-forty to come.

You held my hand and we boarded

the train. We sat in the

front; I leaned in close.

You smiled softly

and kissed me.

I love

you.

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