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he was like the sun.
he was a collection of all the things that kept her going. tight hugs. pecks on her cheek when she least expects them. butterflies that start in her stomach until they end up in her chest. he made everything brighter. everything more profound. everything more beautiful. his skin was the color of sunshine through amber, or honey, maybe, and sometimes she pinches his cheek just to make sure he's all real flesh; just to make sure he won't just slip through her fingers. he was made of so many miracles, some she thinks she does not deserve. he made earth seem like the greatest place to be. because he was like the sun.
and that was the only way she could think to explain it.
