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It's when your heart feels so full, you can't speak. It's when everything lines up and you can't stop talking. It's the soul in poetry and the movement it inspires. It's the way someone's hand can fit into yours so perfectly. It's the way you look into the stars and never know....
It's those nights we talked for hours. It's youth. It's life. It's spirit. It's inside jokes. It's waking up at 3 am to call someone you miss. It's the way a song can move you. It's dancing in parking lots to no music. It's comfort in silence. It's five hour phone conversations. It's making love to the stars. It's the crashing waves. It's the way Casablanca didn't end with a kiss. Anything more would not be enough
It's the magic of the moment.
It's when your heart feels so full, you can't speak. It's when everything lines up and you can't stop talking. It's the soul in poetry and the movement it inspires. It's the way someone's hand can fit into yours so perfectly. It's the way you look into the stars and never know....
It's those nights we talked for hours. It's youth. It's life. It's spirit. It's inside jokes. It's waking up at 3 am to call someone you miss. It's the way a song can move you. It's dancing in parking lots to no music. It's comfort in silence. It's five hour phone conversations. It's making love to the stars. It's the crashing waves. It's the way Casablanca didn't end with a kiss. Anything more would not be enough
It's the magic of the moment.
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