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Every detail..
I still remember every detail about you.
I remember the way you would emphasize certain syllables when you would speak, the way that you would drag them out for the few extra seconds. I remember the vibrations in your voice when you would talk to me, and I remember the broken pitch that you would show in your voice when you were too upset to speak.
The color of your eyes soon became my favorite color for the simple fact that they were the only thing that I ever wanted to look into again. Your voice was the only noise that I wanted to hear for the rest of my life, your voice would replay in my head every night like a scratched record before I would go to bed.
You became the beauty that I seen in the world every day.
I was infatuated with every microscopic detail about you, but I'm sure you could never say the same about me.
I remember the way you would emphasize certain syllables when you would speak, the way that you would drag them out for the few extra seconds. I remember the vibrations in your voice when you would talk to me, and I remember the broken pitch that you would show in your voice when you were too upset to speak.
The color of your eyes soon became my favorite color for the simple fact that they were the only thing that I ever wanted to look into again. Your voice was the only noise that I wanted to hear for the rest of my life, your voice would replay in my head every night like a scratched record before I would go to bed.
You became the beauty that I seen in the world every day.
I was infatuated with every microscopic detail about you, but I'm sure you could never say the same about me.
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