onehundredeightytwo.

It was all sunshine and happiness. The must have known they were in love. The trees seemed to stand taller and the wind was thinner, the grass, greener. Time had stopped, as they consumed each other with their eyes. Raindrops fell like bombs from overhead, scattering demolition here and there. But in this very moment, the world seemed to be perfect for them. She tasted his tongue as he soaked in her touch. She couldn’t care less what the world had to offer. He couldn’t think about anything else but this particular freeze frame in time. It must have been love.

The only magic I still believe in is love