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It's five in the morning.
The sky is blue and the breeze is warm. The moon glistens on the surface of the sea as the waves crash against each other gently.
Juliette sits on the sand, my coat wrapped around her shoulders. I sit next to her, our fingers intertwined. I lift her hand to my lips and plant a peck on top of it.
We've been sitting on the beach for one hour now. Staring at the silent waves. Swimming and kissing in the water. Talking about anything and everything. Laughing and kissing and talking. And repeating that.
In this moment, I wish I was one of those filthy rich billionaires who have the luxury to buy exotic islands. I would've spent those billions on this magical island. Most nights, we would make love on the beach. And most mornings, we would sit on the sand an
