It’s strange when the little ticker inside of you plays tug-of-war. You feel one way but your soul goes another. ~ Abigail Grace
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It’s strange when the little ticker inside of you plays tug-of-war. You feel one way but your soul goes another. ~ Abigail Grace
// @coupleaabatteries
I’m tired and my heart is heavy. How much longer till I can hug you forever?
Abigail Grace
You, me, our dreams? The windows rolled down, the fresh smell of warm breeze mixed with sunshine. Bliss. I turn on the car jams and we sung as loud as we possibly could until our voices were gone. We stopped to take a picture by the seaside for our photo album. Intertwined fingers the whole way, not knowing where we were headed but we had each other. The sunset had arrived with bright, ocean blue fading into a pastel purple. We pulled off onto the side of the road laying in the back of the car watching the sunset go down. The drive continued, I laid my head down on his shoulder, he whispered in my ear “I love you now till forever”. The road is long miles, but we’re living this journey. There was no running from fear or mistakes, we were not going to give up on each other. We will grow together, darling. We loved each other. You could see it in our eyes. As we drove I asked him to stop as we were about to pass a sunflower field. We got out, the clouds started crying and we started dancing in the field. We traveled far away from home together, not once did I want to go back. The sky brought wild colors and water from the clouds, the ground brought flowers, the trees brought leaves, we brought our hearts. There were moments of silence of looking out the window but never out of anger. If he was quiet I’d reach over and grab his hand. We were just two imperfect people embracing each other’s flaws. He became home. I was home. I was happy. Run to the mountains, dear.
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