Zach Busse
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read

Dear, Beautiful Stranger,
I was awakened to the busy rush of the day this morning. Throughout it all, my heart stayed light and my mind remained focused, not so much as on the work at hand but more on the picture that kept running through my mind. This picture was of your face garnished your smile and graced with the curve of your lips just before you burst out in a song of laughter. Your eyes that see more than what’s on the outside and even more than what lies beneath it all, those cheeks that blush against the cool breeze of the winter wind and your forehead, that flawless surface I could cover in a million kisses and still millions more remained within my mind. Beautiful…

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