I remember her eyes. They told a story, almost like a mystery just begging to be pulled off the shelf and read. She was guarded, reserving her smile only if I drew it out of her, but it was the most beautiful of smiles when I finally did. Her laugh was like a fresh breath of air, and I would find new life in myself just because I heard it.
She knew people came and didn't stay long, so when I held her, she would hold tight as if to never let go. When I had to put her down, she would desperately cling to me, fighting whatever obstacles were in the way of her and her being loved. Her tears prompted my own, because it was hard to know they fell for my abandonment, however brief it may have been.
She was tempermental, and not halfheartedly so. Her stubbornness made her all the more appealing to love, and value, and hold. Maybe she will never know of the piece of my heart she took with her, and maybe she won't ever know that somewhere, on the other side of the globe, there is someone praying that she finds a love to smile about all the time. But maybe, just maybe, for the short time I spent with her, she knew that she was loved, and thats all I could ever hope for.
I remember her eyes.
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