Since the moment we met, we knew a destiny of adventures were waiting for us.
It was easy to see it on your eyes. They were showing your soul. They were showing gratefulness and humbleness, and that made it easy to slide into your life.
Our instincts were able to let us trust in each other with blind eyes since the beginning.
Without notice it, we started a tradition. Every year we wonder, we pack a bag and wonder around the streets, around the lakes and trees. Our favorites spot is to wonder behind the trees and next to the rivers.
The wonder continues as a star shining constant through the sky. As a metaphor that never ends. As your love pure and serene.
About the Creator
Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford2 days ago in Fiction
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