I would always remember the little drizzles that wet our skin on that very day.
The magical sensation of being so free so happy and unbound by all rules of society.
The happiness is shared only by us, a little secret in which we shall keep forever.
The people won’t understand it, they wouldn’t know this was love!
They would sneer at us, at our dreams and try to tie us down to reality.
”BE REALISTIC” they say.
But we refused, we were like balloons that were let go of: flying, soaring into the sky.


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