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I Remember When You Stroked My Hair January 27, 2012

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I remember when you stroked my hair.
I think it was dark in the hallway, but I could be wrong. The memory floats like dust suspended in the Sun, but you’re the only ray of light that I remember. I’m not sure if I remember what you were wearing. Those details seem trivial – but they aren’t. I need to hold on to every bit of it that I can. I won’t get any new ones. I remember the really important things. Your hair. Your smile. Your eyes. Your voice. Your smirk – probably the most important thing to remember, and the hardest to forget.

 

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