life will always be beautiful even though we're holding hands in different ways.

It feels like I'm walking in a fairytale. My golden curls are shining in the moonlight. The snowflakes are dancing down from the sky. Lodging on my eyelashes. The trees are comfortably embracing me and I'm walking on their shadows. My shoes are softly pushing the snow down with a whispering sound. I'm smiling. Remembering when we held hands. Shared souls. Did the forbidden. And how it turned different, but still so beautiful.


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