She

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I remember the day I met her

She sat across the classroom

The first word she said to me wasn't a word

It was a simple wave

I asked her name but it didn't matter

Her eyes were the way I remembered her

The way they sparkled 

They told a story her lips could not speak

Her hands were soft reminders of what mattered

They were soft like rose petals

I would hold them for hours if I could

Her hugs were gental

She never wanted to hurt anyone

They made you feel safe

They reminded you what love was

When she did speak her words were true

She spoke only to be heard

The way she spoke was the right way

Not rude, never to insult

But just to remind you that you would be okay

I would listen to her for hours

She was perfect

Until she wasn't anymore

Her eyes stopped sparkling

Her hands grew ruff

Her hugs felt forced

And her words were fire

Suddenly she was not the person who she was

And yet I still wanted to be near her

She did not want me near her anymore

That's what broke me

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