Fireworks π
I remember the evening so clearly, simply because it played on repeat like a melody that went off in my head and somewhat felt like a fairytale. A moment I would forever remember. Just you and I standing watching the fireworks go off, you kept staring at me when I eventually asked you what. You looked me deep in my eyes for which felt like forever you said you love me than proceeded to give me a kiss, the kind that was filled with passion and could feel into my bones. - Robyn Botes
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