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Apr 2015
Maybe it was the way fate intertwined our lives together on that warm summer day, or maybe it was the way he looked at me as if I was the most beautiful flower he'd seen amongst all the others in the garden. Whatever it was that caused my heart to fall for his, I am blessed.
The beauty of one's love for another is equivalent to every breathtaking sunset I have laid my eyes on and every single star that I have made a wish upon.
I found beauty within our hushed whispers and deafening silences, along with the moments of laughter and smiles reaching from ear to ear.
He was the most beautiful shades of color I had ever seen. Not a single rainbow could compare to the warmth and radiance he emitted.
Maybe it was the way he kissed my nose when I was angry- such a simple gesture, but it wasn't simple to me. It was the world and all the universes combined into a single second of complete compassion.
I cherished every single kiss of his, I savored the taste of his tongue, I basked in the warmth of his embrace- time didn't exist when I was enveloped in his arms.
Months down the road, and I still reminisce on every single detail of all of our memories together; hoping that one day maybe fate will be ever so kind and have our paths cross once more-
Ashley Askren
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Ashley Askren  Kansas City, Missouri.
(Kansas City, Missouri.)   
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