Sometimes, on a night like this, when a perfect crescent moon floats in the dark sea mottled with a million shining stars. When the pouring whiteness from the sky above puts on a thin veil of silvery light on everything around me. When the gentle summer breeze rustles among the leaves of the lonely birch standing ever so casually on the porch, and brings with it a fragrance of lemon tree leaves that at once takes my memory to a time in the past, of sweet memories and sweeter companies.
It is on a night like this that I long for your head on my shoulder, the touch of your fingers locking into mine, the warmth of your breath on my neck, and the feeling that you forever would be mine.
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