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Sometimes I don't really remember people by their specifics or characteristics. Their hair, their eyes, their body, sometimes even minds and personalities become a blur cuz I remember people by the feelings that which they leave me. I am painfully aware of their swift entrances and immediate exits, leaving me bewildered as to how and why they came to be But for some reason, I can recall (almost) every detail about you. I remember gleaming azures and head-topped sandy blonde. I remember macrame, leather jackets a confident voice and a six-string gizmo. I remember your body: long and lean secure Electric But mostly, I remember the multitude of feelings that which you left me. Curiosity. Understanding. Euphoria. And finally, disappointment. Not with you, though. With my naivety. My impressionable soul clings to the people who captivate me, and you sir, were riddle and enchantment. The ideal. And you still are in the way that mysteries tend to be; unforgettable stories of pure bliss.
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
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Sometimes I don't really remember people by their specifics or characteristics. Their hair, their eyes, their body, sometimes even minds and personalities become a blur cuz I remember people by the feelings that which they leave me. I am painfully aware of their swift entrances and immediate exits, leaving me bewildered as to how and why they came to be But for some reason, I can recall (almost) every detail about you. I remember gleaming azures and head-topped sandy blonde. I remember macrame, leather jackets a confident voice and a six-string gizmo. I remember your body: long and lean secure Electric But mostly, I remember the multitude of feelings that which you left me. Curiosity. Understanding. Euphoria. And finally, disappointment. Not with you, though. With my naivety. My impressionable soul clings to the people who captivate me, and you sir, were riddle and enchantment. The ideal. And you still are in the way that mysteries tend to be; unforgettable stories of pure bliss.
brennanju3
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
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