She laughed at all my stupid, vain musings.
She was sweet. Kind. And Silly.
She never trusted me. She always thought I was fooling around. Her sister hated me. That's OK I hated her sister too.
Yes, she was troubled, mean, unsure, and would say things at inopportune times to pick a fight.
I would rather have had one breath of her hair,
one kiss from her mouth,
one touch of her hand,
than an eternity without it.
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