staring at Josephine is catastrophic. It’s noticing the freckles across her nose. It’s realizing her eyes have flecks of blue in them, the bright color mixed in with a sea of devastating green. It’s understanding she’s without a doubt the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. It’s recognizing for the first time that there’s a reason I can’t get this woman out of my head.
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