Walking on a cloud

October 16, 2017

Tonight I told you I love you

and I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure of something than when I said it.

I am utterly speechless more often than not while with you,

or talking to you

and no matter what’s happening in my life,

I still feel like I’m walking on a cloud.

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