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Nov 2016
It wasn't love at first sight. It was the opposite. It was slowly and beautiful. Like a sun rising in between two mountains or a flower slowly opening itself to the world.

I don't know when it happened, but with every tired sighs, blinking of eyes, and all the moments in between, I let the waves take me further to where you were. Suddenly, being alone was something I could not remember. Oh and my hands? They have always held a book or a pen, but they now crave for your hands instead. And I don't know why, but whenever you're not here, I can still smell your perfume and I can't help but look for you in the room. Whenever people ask me what my favorite color was, I would say "Pink", but when I saw your eyes, it has been my favorite ever since.

It wasn't love at first sight. It was something I witnessed unravel before me. It was you. And like slow sunsets and blooming flowers, my heart swelled at the onrush of the scenery.
Written by
Li  somewhere
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