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I need to remember this.
The way she looks while she's sleeping next to me, her hair a golden puddle on the pillow, dark eyelashes fanning out over crimson cheeks. The way the first rays of dawn seep through the window and glow in the valleys of her collarbones. I could spend a lifetime looking at the way the light silhouettes the delicate curves of shoulders as she lays there
She's soft, fragile, mine.
I need to remember the way she reads. Curled up on a seat by the window, with wide-framed glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose. I need to remember the way the words sweep her up and take her away
I have to remember her laugh; loud and sudden, like a pile of dishes crashing on the floor. It's the loveliest sound I've ever heard. The way she tips back her head and her little nose crinkles, sea glass eyes half closed in joy.
She's hopelessly happy, wonderfully radiant, dangerous.
I need to remember this.
I need to remember the way she loves me,
Before she decides she doesn't anymore.
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Song I'm listening to currently:
Ragged Wood by Fleet Foxes
