I can’t remember the date love was made. I remember it was October, streets were covered with brownish-orange maple leaves. The night was only 9ish, but you wouldn’t get out of bed. You said it was too cold to go or to do anything, but I wanted to do something, because it was with you. Whining, pulling, turned into pillow stealing and foolish tickling. Next thing we were both giggling and struggling in between your fluffy white comforter. I then heard you breath, felt your warmth. I blushed, sided my face, closed my eyes, next thing I felt was your lips softly on mine…
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