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"I never knew how pretty I was until I met you." A meditation on the inevitability of aging, (the eventual corruption of) beauty, and soul-destroying loneliness.
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Her eyes

When a lonely girl crosses paths with the guy that is willing to do anything for her and the universe feels irrevocably changed. ••• The first day of my second year at Cambridge university, and I still haven't made a single friend during my time here. I don't know what that says about me as a person. ••• Her eyes were the first thing I noticed. I thought they looked like eyes that deserved to be painted, every detail captured. They warranted being made immortal and deserved to be showcased at the most famous of museums. All Rights Reserved ®

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