Rhythm









(a.k.a. Exchange 25) 




Falling asleep to the sound of your heartbeat, pulsing through your chest... With my head gently rested, I nuzzle in this perfect nook. I am home. I am home.

Don't ask me to pick a favourite moment I'd like to live in forever - my answer would be, all these days we decided to live under the sheets, wrapped in each others' skin.

Like this.
Just like this.






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No Ordinary Morning



This is it.
I'm letting go of your hand now.

Which, by the way - has stopped holding mine 21 days ago.

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