söndag 26 juli 2009

Summer times.

Their lips met, the feelings of butterflies in their stomachs was overwhelming. Everything around them dissapeared as their eyes met, they were the only who existed in the whole world. They were the only ones that meant something and none could take that feeling away from them. They were happy, having nothing but each other, the only thing they will ever need.
The sun was shining, warming their naked bodies. You could hear nothing but birds in the distance, singing beautifully. It was perfect, everything was just perfect.

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