Motion

When we are in motion I still think about you. It wouldn’t matter if I were in prison, I’d still think about you. Your eyes full of the deepest brown I’ve ever seen. Your hair as it blows in the wind. Your smile. You’d smile at me and I’d keep looking at you intently. I wouldn’t smile. I’d just watch you. You are one in a million. Possibly one in a lifetime. Possibly I’ll never find someone quite like you. Actually, I know I will not. When we are in motion my heart stops beating as I watch your laugh as you look at me, happy. I could die. Right then and there. When we are in motion I miss you, everyday.

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