24 October 2016
The first
It wasn't just the first time I saw your face......it was the first time I read your words, when first your voice touched my ears, the first time you walked towards me, when your fingers curled around mine for the first time. The electricity of each first we shared was painfully echoed in our last. Yet you have not gone. You shadow my every step. Like staring at the sun, my eyes hurt but I cannot look away.
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