He saw things in a way that others did not, he was the only one that saw my dreams differently, I became beautiful with the light of his smiling eyes. There my soul drifted render in angle to give the most extraordinary view. I wanted to wear his love like a fashion statement and be the girl with the pearl earrings.
I wanted to be his everything to the point when he said my name he held cinnamon in his mouth. I do admit at first, I could not meet his eyes. When I did it was like sitting close to a fire that suddenly blazes up and burns me bad.
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