Hundred-Word Love Story

We’ll wander the streets holding hands, mottled sunshine and October promises. We’ll kiss in every language we know and a few we don’t, under every bridge and tower and tree until they look at us and suddenly believe in love.

We’ll give them flower names and canopy beds, the little girls we will have saved from one hell to bring them into our own. We’ll plant tulip bulbs and daffodils. We’ll wash the car and watch their smiles and feel the pavement wet with rainbows on our bare feet.

We’ll never have to wake alone. It will always be you.


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