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How perfect it can be

"and yet another dream of mine, hope it comes true."

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His eyes a soft blue, elegant and bright, hair darker than black and slightly curled just right. He has an aftershave, maybe he will grow it out. He is waiting for me, a preferred form than all the art.

I step up to him, my face flushed. I wouldn't think he would join me here nor take me out. I stood by him, hoping slightly he wouldn't notice my presence. I don't want to intrude in his personal space.

Next thing I know, he reaches out for my hand, carefully linking his arm around mine. We come closer and I lean my head against his shoulder. This moment is perfect, I don't want it to be over.

Written by Anonymous
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