Her smile, her sweet arms, her lips, her petite head. Her underappreciated (if only by herself) wit. Her straight, cute-curled, blond-ed hair. Her voice which always pronounced everything imperfectly, or rather, divinely. (How can she not but win?) Her eyes, especially when they glimmer(ed)...(may they always glimmer). Her eyes. Her eyes, ad infinitum. Her eyes. Her smile. Her smiling eyes.
The problem isn't that I can't forget her. The problem is that I don't want to. I'm starting to forget (I think, I hope?), thanks to....
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