Like a river at night
Rosie's P.O.V He was just so beautiful that I had a hard time not to sit right next to him. I jumped off the snowmobile and sat with a normal distance between us. I looked, just like he did, at the horizon. My mother would often bring me here and we would just sit here. She made thousands of drawings of this place. Some just from the perspective we were seeing now and sometimes she would sit behind me and draw me on there too. It was a special place to us and I wasn't feeling like ever letting this place go. I secretly hoped this place could carry on being a special and loved place for me. Maybe, if he felt the same way about me as I about him already, we could keep this place in the family. I am already imagining us with kids. That made me realise I was going too far. What the hell am I
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