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He tenderly touches his warm hand to my wind-chapped cheek. I blush brightly and immediately turn my face down, embarrassed of my bashfulness. The winter air, I quickly realize, has already masked my insecurity. A smile cracks my lips as my eyes narrow against the cold, my face lightly pressed at his shoulder. After a moment, I turn up to look at him. With his gaze fixed on me, he leans in to press his perfect lips on mine, and I swear, I forget everything.
He tenderly touches his warm hand to my wind-chapped cheek. I blush brightly and immediately turn my face down, embarrassed of my bashfulness. The winter air, I quickly realize, has already masked my insecurity. A smile cracks my face as my eyes narrow against the cold, my face lightly pressed at his shoulder. After a moment, I turn up to look at him. With his gaze fixed on me, he leans in to press his perfect lips on mine, and I swear, I forget everything.
Show me what I should do, and I will gladly follow you. I can't think for myself anymore. Why did you carve your home in me?
She felt the bit ter cold through her cotton jacket, the wind practically harming her face with its fury.
Ever since she could remember the summer had always been her escape, more importantly her excuse to travel. Whether she was visiting family in the ridiculous heat the south produced, back packing through Europe with an ex-lover or finding herself on a solitary road trip across the country, the summer had always allowed her a certain freedom that no other time of year could offer.
Her moment of nostalgia was dismissed by an elegant snowflake landing on her forehead. So beautiful, she though, yet so deceptive.
She felt the bitter cold through her cotton jacket, the wind practically harming her face with it's fury.
Ever since she could remember the summer had always been her escape, more importantly her excuse to travel. Whether she was visiting family in the ridiculous heat the south produced, backpacking through Europe with an ex-lover or finding herself on a solitary road trip across the country, the summer had always allowed her a certain freedom that no other time of year could offer.
Her moment of nostalgia was dismissed by an elegant snowflake landing on her forehead. So beautiful, she though, yet so deceptive.
In the wake of her decision remained a still uncertain whisper. She had always been indecisive; It was the direct product of her contemplative mindset. But she was not weak and she would never settle for that, especially at this moment.
The exploration of an amazing world. A fantasy life in words. Spilling out your mind's greatest ideas, like an overflowing glass of liquid, and making them into something truly prepossessing. The remarkable act of fiction.
A phrase. I've learned that only a few simple words can be so eye-opening and so insightful if you allow it. A few words can expand your mind and take your thoughts in a million different directions. A phrase is sometimes the most powerful means of communication.
I am wishing to be knowledgeable. A brilliant mind is the only thing I truly envy.
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