Everything she feels cannot be contained within herself, and Helena feels her eyes grow hot, the tears start to fall, while she smiles and wonders if one can simply start to float from joy. They kiss, and kiss again, and even when they break away, Helena just rests her head against their chest, not wanting to share this moment with anyone else. Not yet. In these early moments, only they and God know what has occurred. No other poet's lines truly capture everything she's feeling, nor would she try to find some.
Yes. Yes, she'd say it over and over again. She's too happy to speak, only keeps close as if that can convey enough of it.
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Everything she feels cannot be contained within herself, and Helena feels her eyes grow hot, the tears start to fall, while she smiles and wonders if one can simply start to float from joy. They kiss, and kiss again, and even when they break away, Helena just rests her head against their chest, not wanting to share this moment with anyone else. Not yet. In these early moments, only they and God know what has occurred. No other poet's lines truly capture everything she's feeling, nor would she try to find some.
Yes. Yes, she'd say it over and over again. She's too happy to speak, only keeps close as if that can convey enough of it.