18.1.10

we're too good for the world, my dear.

We walked through the winter wonderland that had just occrued the night before, our fingers wrapped together. We talked about the future, how the rest of our lives would revolve around each other. I'd hold onto your whispers, and your soft compliments everyday. You'd keep my sweet smile in your heart. Baby, we were meant to be together - this is to show everyone wrong.

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