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Still sniffling, persistent tears rolling down my cheeks, I had wiped my eyes, to get rid of the blurriness that was restricting me from seeing you.
I remember audibly gasping when I was blessed with the sight of your oh-so beautiful face.
Your beauty couldn't be described using words, because no words could do justice to describing the exquisitely perfect work of art that was you.
You were perfect. So perfect that it was surreal. Your existence was too good to be true.
'Were you even real?' I had thought at that time.
But you were there, gentle hands gripping mine, the most perfect and comforting smile adorned on your face. Your flawless lips were moving, but I was so awestruck by your beauty, that I couldn't hear a single word you were saying.
My eyes were fixed on your roasted coffee-coloured orbs. Your eyes had a strange shine in them, which was alluring; I felt as if I could have stared into your eyes for eternity.
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