We stood for the beginning of the fireworks. Watching them boom, crack, light the air in an abundance of colour. We sat down in the grass, hand in hand. I glance at you. The fireworks are reflective in your gorgeous blue eyes. I turn my gaze towards the exploding colours. You turn to me, I turn to you, our hands still comfortably attached. We look back at the finale. You put your empty hand under my chin, turn my face towards yours. We lean in. Our lips spark for about 10 seconds to end the finale. My face was beaming. Glowing. Like a firefly. Our hands separate. We must go our opposite ways. You help me up. We hug. And I watch you leave as I’m still breathless over your amazing touch. I love you. ♥
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