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It’s the first time, isn’t it?
Pointless to lie to yourself. You’re in your own little bubble, up on a terrace, watching the fireworks.
You’ve always loved them.
And he knew that, without even asking. He just knew.
It’s the first time, isn’t it?
Pointless to deny it, as he holds you in his arms, ice cream in your hands, your head resting gently on his shoulder.
It never seemed possible, not at all.
Consider twelve years ago.
It’s the first time, isn’t it?
Yes. It’s the first time that, by his side, you feel so happy you could die.