it starts with

Her eyes are soft and gentle and kind.

When she smiles you don’t doubt it – you embrace it.  She calms you and you find a quiet sigh escapes your lips. You wish the moment would stay there… but it doesn’t.  It moves along and takes you with it. So sometimes you look back.  You hope to find what you once saw.  You dream of finding that moment again and holding it tight.  Unyielding to looking away… but it doesn’t work that way because you can’t come back. You can’t return. You can only go forward.


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