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Before the lantern glows and sparklers dance.

I hold and caress your head with my hand, you adjusted my arm for a better fit. You leaned onto me and fell back into sleep. I buried my face in your hair and breathed in your scent, fresh air for a wilted strand of grass. I stroked your arm and stole kisses from you, I hope you pretended not to know. For that fleeting moment which is never long enough, I felt whole again.

My most memorable journey. The one that I hoped ambles along the road on and on forever without needing a destination, for sitting there with you in my arms, I know I've reached mine.