As I walk towards the vines entwined across the fence, I remember how we curled up in love on the moist grass that rainy afternoon, tears exchanged with the tip of our tongues as we bathed in the fragrance of pristine serenity.
We disobeyed the fence at times, stealing long awaited celestial moments with the stars invading our privacy.
However, we never made promises; rather, we walked our separate ways, either side of the white fence, that symbolized the barrier that had always existed between us.
The fence stands majestically even today. Can I cross the hurdle one last time?
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