I love her
I love the way she smiles at me like it was forever meant to only be directed at me. I love the way she pulls at her shirt when people start staring, or how she puts her hands in her face to hide her excitement. I love when she talks in a way so entrancing, it makes me feel like I don't deserve to be there to see it. She makes me smile when the world makes me want to frown. The lights get a bit brighter when she walks in and dimmer when she leaves. The way she holds herself makes you think there's no way you could've survived without her presence before. Sometimes I feel like I haven't.
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