When she looked at me. I saw the spark in her eye. For a moment in time I was hers and she was mine. I noticed her gaze, because in a moment in time she kept it on me. Awaiting my next move, awaiting my next word. For a moment in time I had her, on the tip of my tongue. Hanging on the edge were my thoughts, my true feelings....That day she awaited, for what I would say. What brilliant idea I would have next. But, by then I had already lost my mind...
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