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Moving

I’m sorry that it has to be like this. That I am a woman with wandering feet and a heart too full to stay in one place. I’m sorry that I cannot be one you need right now, and that even though I love you, I must chase my dreams first.

It’s your fingertips tangled with mine, your arms wrapped around me making me feel like home. It’s sparks in your eyes and fireworks in mine. It’s our feet moving to the beat and our hearts skipping beats.