She really was like the sky... Her name was Skye Hadley and she was the first girl I ever loved. Don't laugh, because I know you've heard that cliche before, but I don't think anyone's ever meant as much as I do. We were eighteen, and her smile was whiter than the clouds on a breezy summer day. Her laugh was like the sweet buzz of the plump and lazy bumblebees bobbing through the air. Her hair always smelled of raspberries and her waist fit my hands perfectly. I didn't get the nerve to tell her how I felt until I was almost out of time. But isn't that how things always work out? That Murphy guy and his law were spot on: anything that can go wrong, will.
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