Part of the beauty of falling in love with you is the fear you won't fall
She sits up in trees and writes poetic prose stories on the beach. At night, she leaves her window open. Ready to take any risk. She doesn't mind what flies in. What's important is what flies out. The window opens her to the rest of the world. There's a whole different world outside her window. Beyond those trees and beaches.
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