" The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere, they're in each other all along."
I wouldn't be able to tell what is exactly the colour of your eyes. I only remember the silver light in them, with your sweet smile illuminating your face, when you looked at mine. I miss you, Darling, and I miss that silver light.
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