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Our eyes meet for what feels like the first time,

Truthfully,

It is the first time in two or more months.

We get closer,

We embrace each other,

Our lips tenderly touch.

As we sit there.

I can still feel your lips on mine.

As the Rangers win the game,

Our love try to win ours.

Later that night,

We lay in the middle of that very feild,

Holding each other,

Loving each other,

Kissing each other,

Like it was the end of the world.

We lay there for hours,

Not wanting it to end.

But it has to.

As he hugs me,

Holds me,

I feel safe,

I feel whole for once in my life,

It feels right.

I dont want it to end.

But as he kisses my lips for the last time that night,

A tear comes to my eye,

Cuz here comes the hardest part...

Saying good-bye.