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words couldn't describe the feeling that she gave me when she smiled. or when she would be so engrossed in a book that her facial expression would be soft, her nose occasionally scrunching up as though her glasses irritated her. she didn't wear glasses unless she was reading, however i found them extremely sexy.
i wouldn't mind if she wore them all the time.
and the best part of me admiring her, was that she didn't have a clue why i did it. she didn't see herself in the way that i did, she picked apart all her flaws. however, i took her imperfections and made them into something that was unique, absolutely beautiful.
she made me forget about everything that had gone on in my past. she made me forget about my wrongdoings, and the miserable life i had before my green eyes met her brown ones.
she had the ability to make me forget everything except the shades of brown that ran though her orbs, and the taste of honey on my tongue as i said her name.
so sweet.
perhaps, if i told her my mistakes, she would be able to look past them and we could be happy together. the feeling in my stomach when i think of the murder i committed would maybe go away, if i let one of my problems be halved.
or maybe, she would be absolutely sickened to the stomach. she would threaten to tell the police, and then i would be left with no choice.
and i would never want to see my baby in pain.
