Her.
Her.
She is the one thing I cannot live without.
The way the sun light reflects from her eyes, those deep brown eyes.
The way her eyes capture me in and won't let me go.
The way her hair gets messy when the windows are down.
The way the words, "I love you" roll off her toungue,
like her mouth was specifaclly made to say those exact words to only me.
Oh how she made me feel
Oh how perfect she was.
Oh how I wish I didn't mess up
Because now, she is the one thing I am forced to live without.
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