Siwoo|Finding Gravity
Morning DewTo lift one on the tips of her toes, slowly inching off into the air and higher up, towards the skies: this is what many girls look for in love. It is skewing, bending, breaking and, ultimately, losing gravity. It is the thrill of the moment, the breathlessness of the days: it is a fantasy.
But this: this is your reality. It is the ground, slowly pulling you down, touching the ground while leaving enough lightness so you can keep on standing, straight and proud. You are weighed down, but your head stays stubbornly looking up towards the starry dreaming depths of the Heavens.
Still, he stays by your side, his fingers grabbing yours in a swift, independent moment as your eyes open to see an innocent-looking face on a sturdy body. On this instance, you are reminded why there is just enough gravity on Earth to go around; and you sit up, glad that there is a reason real enough to keep you on land while your head busily flies away amongst imaginings.
You flinch with a sleepy half-smile, pleased and eyes fluttering, because his face is so close to yours as his lips brush the tip of your nose.
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