The sun would shine through the window, blinding me into submission. A place that lives in my wishes that I cannot find on my own, but bless me with no wondering of what to do next.

I can still smell the soft, sweet remnants of passion in the air. The sweat from two bodies intertwined in days of no tomorrows and no goodbyes. Days that don’t exist beyond what is and what might never be.

Stop time in these moments and freeze me to the emotions that are filled with bold expressions and strong convictions of promises that hold you in the grips of a universal pause. If only it could hold, the bonds not bend nor break under the weight of a clicking tock.

I long for the days that began with a kiss and ended with a hurricane. Swept away in the everyday nuances that felt like nothing but turned out to be the very reason the world keeps spinning.

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