Your laugh broke my chest open like a fortune. The child-like wonder in your smile made me feel like I was holding the world inside the palm of my hand... all the while I watched you from across the crowd, wondering what it would be like to hold yours. Pretty sure I didn't touch the ground that night.
There will forever be dreams on the tips of my fingers that include tracing the outline of your head on the pillowcase next to mine..
I am nothing more than intrigued by the silent uproar of feeling undone.
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