Belonging.

She tip-toed towards him trying hard to be tall enough to kiss him right.

I’m too short…”, she sighed and turned around.

Want to dance on my feet?” he asked with a sparkle in his eyes.

She smiled. Walked upto him and stepped on his feet — dancing slowly to the tunes of ‘no music’, of love.

They belonged to each other in that very moment. ❤

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