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i dont even need to close my eyes to see her. in fact, shes vibrant in front of me, eyes wide open, and vivid. those eyes, so gentle and sad and full of sorrow, they pierce me. i can remember every shift in her body, the quick lick of her lips, knowing full well that as i hovered above her in our boxed up apartment that i was going to kiss her. i'd been thinking of it for days, since the day she said she'd be leaving. and as we lay in our past and present, she knew. i knew. and she did not hesitate when i asked her not to hate me, when i closed my eyes, and kissed her like the first time we met. so soft, to the point that most people would wonder if our lips were even touching, but forceful enough to feel my heart pounding. the intensity poured out of my eyes and i crumbled into her arms, quivering.
i miss her so much.
i miss her so much.