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[thaboxploz]

"And then what happened?"

I gazed at her, meticulously measuring each contour on her face. Taking a mental note of all her beauty spots, the ones I could see at least.

Oh, Journal! You should have seen her eyes! All incandescent and full of life, full of tales unsung. Big bright and beautiful eyes. You should have heard her giggle- it felt like someone was tickling an angel, or something akin to that, a graceful something.

And that smile! I was happy inside. I wonder what her world looks like, you know? She doesn't look nice, instead she's like art! Art isn't nice, art is graceful and it's meant to make you feel something! She made me feel something.

"You are scared? Are you scared!"

I'm terrified! I just feel unclad, bare for all to see. My subconscious feels naked. She instantly filled a void I didn't even know existed? Being unravelled, wouldn't you be scared?

"She must be special!"

[Scoffs] No,she's not. No one is, Journal. She's okay.

[Internally whispers] She's really really special

[thaboxploz]

Alive!

Slowly chipping away at my concrete clad heart; gingerly akindling a path for love to nourish and replenish the soul.