it was the fourth of july and you were sitting in the chair next to mine, the kind that fold up and you can take everywhere and that hit your ankles when you carry it too low. the sky was dark and there was some popular country band playing and you had your eyes closed, nodding along to beat of the song. you had on cut off shorts that made me weak in the knees and a white tank top that showed enough without being revealing; your brown hair was tied in the messiest ponytail.
you opened your eyes as the fireworks began going off a half hour later. you smiled at me and i smiled back, watching the fireworks explode in the reflection of your sparkling eyes. it was beautiful. you were beautiful.
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Random[finished] thoughts are whispers floating in the wind, capturing every part of our being in the way only we know [lowercase intended]
