You smile at the words I utter, fondness in your eyes, as you answer. My hands shake, wonderful, exhilarating nausea overwhelms, as you wrap your arms around my shoulders, and my laughter is loud, a statement of a happiness I have never known before.
We travel through space and time, as the country changes before us, capturing, mesmerizing. Letting us forget why we ran. Forget the ghosts of our past.
But beauty is brief. Your eyes accustom themselves to it. You are no longer astonished, by me. I have lost my charm. You leave me, where I first began. Alone.
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