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October 23, 2010
Gray eyes.

That half smile, pulled up on the side of your dimple. The clicking of your teeth bite, bite, biting against your lips rings. Made my skin tingle.

"How ya doin', sweetheart?" I loved to hear you call me sweetheart. To see you hover protectively while I rode my high and shivered, shuddered, trembled with not having you for my own.

I realized much too late that my name for you was cruel. Sunshine. Sunshine. Sunshine.

Sorry, Sunshine.

But truly, you warmed me. And truly, I miss you. And truly, I hope you're happier than I could make you.