by - July 16, 2016

In between those moments of dusk - the sun trailing down the horizon, gradually disappearing - is you, a perpetual image of you.

You, with your perfectly, messy tousled hair. Your slightly brown eyes with a touch of hazel. And most of all, your charmingly tender smile. 

Bus as the world seems to inhale the night and dark sky comes upon, so is you - leaving alongside it.

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