By Elizabeth Rogers/starryeyed4ever123@yahoo.com
Date: 17 June 1999

Details

I miss the details.
The way your eyes sparkled when you laughed.
Hearing the sound of you breathing in the middle of the night.
The way those always dimples appeared whenever you smiled.
The scent of your colonge embedded in my clothes; my skin.
The way you would kiss my forehead for no apparent reason.
The feeling of your eyelashes tickling my face when our heads met.
I miss the details.


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