Starry Eyes
I stayed, staring longingly in her eyes, seeing the infinite possibilities play out in her pupils. No one had ever made me proud as she did. When I mentioned her, it was a drop of sunlight exiting my lips whenever her name was uttered. Yet the tragedy of this whole thing is how I may never get to feel the warmth that I so desperately long for from soul to soul.
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