We all have places where we feel like we most belong. We are all keys in this world, desperately tring to find the lock in which we fit. Swimmers find their lock in swimming pools, whilst Surfers find theirs in the ocean. Models fit into the runway and Cooks in the kitchen. She found her lock in his arms on a cold Sunday afternoon. In his warm embrace, she wondered where his mind was wandering, wondered if his thoughts were filled with her. She watched his chest move up and down with each breath he took, her fingers skimmed over the curves of his face. She tossled his hair lightly and brushed her fingertips over his lips. Such innocence he had on his face, it reminded her of the photographs she'd seen of him when he was just a young a boy. She felt his arms tighten around her and she pressed her head against his chest. Thump, thump, thump, thump - the sound of the boys heart was her favorite melody. A strange warmth spread throughout her body. It started at the tips of her toes and slowly crept upwards, until it reached the top of her head. She then realized this wasn't a change in her body temperature, she realized this warmth she had running through her body, was a beautiful and wonderful thing, something she'd never experienced with anyone but this boy. What was this thing your asking? This thing, is what we call, being in love.
- love always, jenn.
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