Sierra62
All of the different corners of my mind, everything interwoven. Somewhere are my memories before you but they have been overshadowed by the ones since. Slowly, new faces and sensations of touch interlace but the thoughts of you are fire to my soul. Singeing everything in your wake.
At the end, you wrote me, telling me that one of the things you would miss most about me is the way I would stare at you with that blissful look on my face. On my side, I remember sitting at many a dark restaurant table, moody lighting and a tangible spark permeating the air. Always nonchalant, I would look away from your warm brown eyes. Just to feel your eyes on me, admiring the lines of my face, the curve of my collar bone– one of your favorite of my features.
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