Her lemon-sugar smile was my sweetest memory. It’s what made me fall in love with her. That stinging presence, sharp and intoxicating.
Every now and then I peer into the mirror to catch a glimpse of her, to taste her smile – the woman I used to be.
Her lemon-sugar smile was my sweetest memory. It’s what made me fall in love with her. That stinging presence, sharp and intoxicating.
Every now and then I peer into the mirror to catch a glimpse of her, to taste her smile – the woman I used to be.
Great read.
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Thank you Rachel 🙂
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