You stopped my world that 30th of November at Edmund's oast. Under the string lights with sour beers in our hands and something unfamiliar in the air. You infatuated me with your chivalry and intellect; your humor and your warm smile that radiated through your blue eyes didn't hurt either. Our Adventures continued to as we stroll through Charleston narrow streets in the rain, frequently reminding me I was beautiful, in case I didn't believe you the last time you told me. You inhaled my perspective on the world as you exhaled things that could crush you- should crush you, but haven't. You stood in confidence that you really do live a great life and you never miss an opportunity to exude appreciation.
You opened up to me like a motion detector door and felt he's in my presence. You led by example the peacefulness I should strive for. Your ice cube eyes begged me to abolish the worry, even if just for a moment in your presence. I wish I could have; we know I didn't. Although two seemingly different species of bird, we both flew. High from the ground with each other around, we paid little mind to our different size feathers, color of our fluff, and shape of our beak. Together, we touched clouds like that late afternoon at Tattooed Moose. I've never found a dive bar so romantic- so perfect. Oogling and oogling at each other like high school sweethearts, paying no mind to graduation or out-of-state college offers. Eyes locked, hands laced, and hearts intertwined. Day was perfect. The day you made me yours, the day we ignored the statistics, logistics, and fresh scars. That will always be one to remember. It's stitched into my feathers and it will soar with me till time is no longer traceable. You've affected me. You're Sensational passionate, unpredictable, hilarious, sensible, considerate, ambitious, indestructible, perspicacious, and altogether remarkable. I'm sorry I couldn't be what I agreed to be while nestled in your arms, diving into your tidal wave eyes. I'm resisting what I'm certain is a good thing. You are worth more and I know it will find you. This isn't goodbye. When the wind gusts, you can find me. We'll be flying and may share the same vantage point
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