Kiss me in the corner of the attic while we're looking at your grandparents wedding photos.
I'll see a photo of you as a baby and we'll laugh like taunting teenagers do at the sight of a childhood embarrassment.
I'll snatch the photo and you'll chase me down the stairs and out the front door, we'll run and laugh like the best of friends, the most comfortable of lovers- squeeling and dancing down the street. We'll reach for each others hands and you'll pull me down to your pace so were walking side by side and we kiss with smiles still plastered on our mouths.
The silliest of lovers have the best stories.
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