Everything goes as it does with everyone else
But with her, everything was different
Catching her presence was a glimpse that made the time stopped for a moment so it ran late
Being next to her was a slow motion blurry movie
Looking at her was always weird as the same background music always being played
And that nostalgic scent of breeze
Her nose was perfect
Her hair
I don't know
Remembering her makes my head explodes
I don't even know what I wrote
I only know this writing is horribly written.
Neither she nor I was normal.
But it was
Yes, the moment was.
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