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She wasn’t pretty. That was too simple of a word. She was a ray of sunshine in the middle of a dark night. A cool breeze amid a storm. The first flower that bloomed after a long winter. She was an infusion of light into the abyss that was my soul.
I’m starving, and yet, the hunger is nothing compared to what I feel inside for you.
Life was funny like that. Choices we could have made, things we could have done, always seemed to come when the most horrible of realities faced us head-on.

