The bench on that park, knows us.
He heared us giggling over some petty jokes.
He saw us made eye contact and get strung a little bit.
He saw us touched a little more.
I bet he even heared what our hearts wanted to speak.
I bet he saw how much we wanted to tangled our fingers and never let go.
I bet he heared my prayer to stopped the time a little longer
…to spend it with you.
xx, thinathoughts
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