Then I was jealous.
Not because of anything but because her beauty is overpowering. It's all consuming. I can't breathe anymore. Well I can, but it's almost like I can't.
In the rains, her hair was filled with the stars. In the winters, her hands were beautiful through all the wool. When she turned around and looked into the camera, her eyes darted about like children chasing butterflies.
In the nights by the fire, the charms hanging off her wrist made sounds that destroyed you because you were worried that you'd get hooked on to them.
It's like when they put her together, they knew they had to get it right.
They did.
Not because of anything but because her beauty is overpowering. It's all consuming. I can't breathe anymore. Well I can, but it's almost like I can't.
In the rains, her hair was filled with the stars. In the winters, her hands were beautiful through all the wool. When she turned around and looked into the camera, her eyes darted about like children chasing butterflies.
In the nights by the fire, the charms hanging off her wrist made sounds that destroyed you because you were worried that you'd get hooked on to them.
It's like when they put her together, they knew they had to get it right.
They did.
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