Chasing Her Sunrise.

By deadoodley

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Falling rapidly, falling hard.

Tonight, Christoph looked like an angel. His white shirt never shone more brightly in the moonlight.

Even after a foolish mistake I did, he lifted my chin and kissed my lips that sit on my tear-jerked face. He didn’t care how smudged my mascaras are or how puffy my eyes are.

And ever so sweetly, he smiled. That kind of smile that ties my stomach into a million knots and that turns my knees to jellies.

God, I fell in love. And I fell hard.

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