"No matter the color, our eyes hold secrets that we didn't even know we were holding; they are our greatest weakness, and hers are mine." They always say that you learn from your mistakes. That every fail is a lesson. But I can't seem to resist the temptation to stare at fair skin and sharp features, encased in a mane of blonde hair. Nor can I stop myself from being enchanted by the strawberry/vanilla body mist that seems to follow her like a hauntingly desirable trail. It's like a leash, a confining force that keeps me in a constant state of want. Not to mention her cobalt colored eyes that are arguably the best part about her. Which is quite a thing to say considering the fact that every fiber of her angelic being is impossibly perfect. Oh boy. I guess I'll never learn.
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