Last night I stood on the top of the earth with you. Maybe it was technically just the highest level of a parking garage, but the wind was making our eyes water and the city below us looked so small that it might as well have been higher than anyone had ever been before.
With my hair in my eyes and your hand in mine, any doubts I had mulled over feverishly the night before vanished, while I counted your freckles and stored your smile against the setting sun in a box inside my heart.
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