Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘Will we be forever?’ she asked
as the plane was boarding. He
stared into her eyes, the moment
frozen in time. It was as if he was
traveling to the future, it was as
if he already knew the conclusion.
She stood helplessly as he slowly
conjured a smile. He kissed her
earlobe and whispered, ‘we’ll be
ninety, sharing the sun on our
stoop. Our souls are married,
they were the moment I
looked at you.”
Art by agnes-cecile
Wow! Beautiful… I have felt those exact words
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OMG !! the art and all the words are so beautiful . It touched my heart. love this one. very nice ❤
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Amazing! Touching :’)
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Pleasure ☺
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Wonderful..
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absolutely gorgeous! you are so gifted!
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Absolutely beautiful 💛
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Gorgeous! sharing the sun on our stoop. ..sigh 💞
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Thank you very much 😀
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A beautiful, hopeful sentiment, nicely set.
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I love this.
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