Tomorrow

Standing beneath the midnight skies and twinkling stars, the chill of the spring breeze sends shivers through my body. Our lips inching closer as your hands rest upon my waist. Your eyes searching my face until they meet mine, sparkling. My hands in your hair, our lips meet and right now is all that matters. We let the moment take us knowing tomorrow will come and everything will be the same. 

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