All alone, on the other side, far away from judging eyes. Pictures under the moonlight. So close that I can hear your heart beating as fast as mine. Discovering even more things that make us alike, and lovely surprised by the things that donΒ΄t. Holding hands down main street and I feel so safe. Dancing in the crowd but I get lost in you And I hope our plane had never landed back.
RM. I wish that november weekend had never ended. (originally written the first week back home)