I wish I could recall with precision, what you looked like the first time we met. The exact contours of your face, the colour of your eyes, the texture of your lips, the smell, the feel, the presence of you. I wish I could go back to that exact moment and kiss the living daylights out of you. Oh, if only my memory was a movie I could replay at will, pausing at every frame that includes you. Maybe pausing for so long that I forget to return to the present.
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