It's strange how we've come so used to seeing each other every weekend. One way or another, we make it happen.
You surprised me again last night. Although you were having a celebratory dinner with your sisters and cousins, you left them to come out to me. It was very late, yet you still came. Why do you do these things? You make me feel so wanted sometimes, and other times you build your wall so high I can't even see where it ends.
We had a great night again, very short, but great nonetheless.
We're still dancing in this mid-air waltz.
Our feet never touch ground...
Our eyes are bound, no need for vision,
We have our hearts to lead the way.
Your strong arms lift me,
And I extend my own up to the sky...
Lift my chin up, I see the diamonds sparkle above.
And when I look down,
All I see are your two brown eyes...
I am the only thing you see...
Yours are the only arms I want holding me.
Our dance has no end,
As we twirl and turn... suspended in air -- never to descend...
9:27 a.m. - 2019-03-31
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