I sometimes wonder if you still think about it.



As I so often do.



The two of us,
lying in bed together for the first time.



You laughed,

so I laughed.



It was uncontrollable,
and we just couldn't stifle it.



And we both couldn't stop.



Sharing an overwhelming joy,
that couldn't be contained.
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If I could take a piece of time
in my hands.



I'd be gentle,
but firm enough to hold it still.







This is the moment I'd choose.

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