The way her lips press and contract to form the words her tongue and vocal cords force gently out of her mouth. How her cheeks flatten and billow. How her jawline and chin move up and down with grace. If you followed the flow of her neckline and watched carefully, you would see how a very small patch of skin at the bottom of her neck silently followed the rhythmic beating of her heart. I close my eyes and see how my retina captured her image in negative form, but faithfully. Looking at her makes me feel both anxious and calm at the same time. If she knew what was in my heart, she would either run as hard as she can, or she would never leave my side.
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