The wind can carry away that orange hat, borrowed to capture this moment. My mouth pulled open with laughter, dimples dancing on rosy cheeks.I want to be carried away so easily. When do I get to be swept off my feet, blissfully floating in the breeze that is love. I ache with a longing to be held tight. Having finally dismissed that heartbroken pit that resided in my stomach, I now crave the flutter of excitement which new love brings.
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