Your eyes are indistinguishable, I forget what color they are when you're not in front of me. But your voice is slow and soft and sometimes sad like dripping rain from rooftops into puddles. And your hair is boring, some sort of frizzy or lumpy thing that warms your scalp. But your laugh is like a bell that is struck at dawn, golden and sharp and hung somewhere in my chest near my heart. I will grow old and never remember what you look like but I will hear you every time I close my eyes, even when I am blind and stupid with age and loneliness, when forever has stretched on far too long without you.
- Excerpt from a story I will never finish...
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:) Kathryn