the story of nine months

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The night without clouds, bridges and street lights. Kindness and the windy prayer place. Took us through memories. Stays in brain, lack of regrets. Honey, it's time for doing nothing. Hold my hands and tell me *you mean a lot to me. It made me diamond tears fell, gold rain went up, then we smiled and enjoyed the night.

The afternoon delight. Birds flew and bird's home stayed. Painted train went by, the rice and chicken was lovely. You were looking to the silhouette far away, you said, you'll stay. I smiled , we smiled . Then we took long walk home, rounded up with a nice backache. But I smiled, we smiled. So wonderful it was.

The noon's sun shined down. We were looking for a lunch place, ended up in the miniature park of love. We sat and we took photographs. Had a picnic under the ray of trees. Blinded over laps and laps of culture homes, and billboard of Rhoma. We smiled upon the hanging vehicle, waved like somebody was there. Didn't really care about the drop of light, we just had our track and it was great.

The morning brought you here to my open space. We were jogging having some breakfast on pluto. You told me to run more laps, but I was exhausted and I just want to have an early conversations with you. You were grateful took me to the place of of two-hour-straight buttache, but I was happy, all day long, all over the place with you.

The nine months gave me something, gave us something.
A perfect love story of you and I, a highway of living life.
Thanks to you, thanks to us, now it will be glowious for the rest of our lives.