Glorified Version of A Stranger

As the remnants of the night fade away, as the stars give off their last twinkle, as the moon bids farewell to yet another eventful night, I hold your hand and let out a sigh. I feel it’s warmth both physically and emotionally. My heart beats faster as I turn my gaze on you, eyes glistening, staring at the sky. I will the sun to sink back down, for in darkness we had our moment, our kairos so defty planned and reheased in my mind, while you think that everything was a coincidence. A small smile breaks my lips as I smooth the tangles on your hair. You look at me and smile back, gently squeezing my hand to acknowledge the affection. You lay your head on my shoulder and point at the morning star, stubbornly twinkling and battling the sunrise. I put my arms around you as we get comfy, sitting on the grass, leaning on the lone tree. I look at you again as you stare at sunrise, spilling its glow over the darkened sky, and feel, for the first time in my life, satisfied.

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