Honey This second, this moment, is too precious to let run by. I wish for it to stay and remain innocent like a child's first breath. I want for it to run like honey through your hands. Soft, sweet and slow. I wish to remember the warmth I feel in your presence so that I may never forget... I don't want to forget you. Words do not live to express this time with you. For if they did, surely they would crumble between my lips. Such words are too sacred and holy to be spoken, to be heard. Their tenderness and beauty are only suited for those who feel deeply, and are wholeheartedly ready to be broken.
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