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It's times like these we'll never forget, staying up to watch the sunset;

Your skin still held the fading remnants of last summer, and the air still seemed to hold silent arcanum of our romance.

Your hair was still the golden colour of the sunrays that painted them, and your freckles were still dotted across your arms in that careless fashion.

You're still as beautiful as you were.

I remember when the butterflies used to tap out a silent tattoo with their wings and we would dance, with nothing on our feet, in the fields on the horizon.

We were high on nothing but happiness.

***

Big Ben marked each hour with sepulchrally deep chimes, and still we lay in the sweet grass.

Our fingers were entwined and the summer sun still blessed us with its glowing rays. The orange that painted us onto a blank canvas was deep, as deep as the star that was disappearing low in the sky.

We didn't care though.

We lay for hours talking, and sometimes just basking in each others silence.

There was nothing that we could say; it had all been said before with as much vim and vigour that we had wanted to say it with.

We both felt alone, but in a good sense. Alone but plus one, in a way.

***

The swallows danced in rhythm with the wind and the trees whispered secrets of midsummer crushes to each other, their branches brushing and their leaves rustling. The air smelt of the dust that you blew off of that pale daffodil in the park and of the seeds you pulled off the dandelion head.

Everything reminded me of you.

I loved you, but I didn't dare break our subdued silence. We always kept quiet even when we wanted to scream with joy.

We always kept quiet. Dwelling on everything? I don't know.

I didn't care either. It was enough. Your skin on my skin spoke a thousand words that we could never say, your breath on my cheek told me everything you wanted to say. Maybe things are better just to stay hanging in the air - all that mattered was that we were going to stay up to watch a million sunsets.

One lazy day, you decided to tell me.

"I love you."

One lazy day, I decided to reply.

"I know."

Maybe it's better like this.