La Douleur Exquis

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It was in our last hour class we spoke for the first time.

You needed some help with a project on Photoshop, the teacher told you I was skilled with it.

You spoke nicely with me as we worked, with kind eyes and a sincere smile. Even when I was done, you asked me to sit and talk.

You told me about your life, growing up on army bases and all the placed you had been. 

I told you about mine, the roots that come with generations of a family living and dying in the same town.

You mentioned you modeled as a child and I believed it; you were the sort of beautiful the other girls wanted to hate you for.

You pulled up a picture and I cooed with you over your child self.

You mentioned you thought my eyes were pretty and I fought off a blush.