The rain is drizzling.
The willow tree is slightly blowing.
The sun peaks through the clouds
We lay under this willow.
To think there was a time where I didn’t believe in love.
Laying on your chest while your hands run
Through my hair.
While I read the pages from the book we picked out.
My hair is a little wet from the rain.
The pages have a few rain drops.
This feels sweet.
Perfect.
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