The Guitarist

The Guitarist

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He wasn't like any normal boy on the street you'd pass by, everything about him was.. Colorful. His hair, his eyes, his lips, his smile- he stood out alot but.. what made him so different compared to everyone? That I may never find out. ©crxstfallcalum
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"Somehow we became best friends and I learned that his laugh was the best sound I had ever heard. The way his voice sounded, it would take me to a place and make me forget my troubles. Oh I loved the way he said my name. Everything about him was beauty in its purest form. He didn't even have to try. I was in love with him before I had even met him. I was in love with the thought of him. He was like a piece of art. More appreciated than any other thing on this earth. He was finally worth something. He had always been worth everything to me, But he isn't hear to know that. I don't have a penny to my name because I gave them all to him. I don't want to be worth anything if it means I won't have him. No one could ever come close to us. There was no other match like us that was so flawlessly perfect even with all of our flaws. I'll never find anyone else like him because without him there is no us and nothing could ever come close to a love like us."

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