And then, she moves

And then I realize myself that my world had became smaller and at the same time bigger, now I didn't have to look at the whole planet itself but to look at her eyes, deep eyes that makes me feel lost in a vast space filled by infinite stars and planets, a whole galaxy just in those small and beautiful eyes.

So I got lost in time, looking at her, every detail of her face, the touch of her skin, so soft, so white, she looks so fragile that the leaves that falls avoid touching her body, it’s like everything around her is taking care of not damaging such pretty creature. You feel like you don’t must touch her, but you want it, you need it.

And then she moves, and the time stops, and at this moment everything is perfect, together, stopped it time, forever.

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