He traced her lips with his fingers and whispered he loved her
She felt weightless
As if she was floating on a cloud
She was in heaven
He was her god
She was his goddess
They were meant to be
Meant to spend the rest of their lives with each other
Her fingertips graced his cheeks and slowly made their way to his hair
They were both imperfect to the world but perfect to each other
They were works of art
Each curve, each bump, each flaw, made them masterpieces, pure perfection
Every touch, every kiss made ther hearts flutter as if they were butterflies trying to escape from their chest cavities
We were meant to be together...














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