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Different stories

July 6, 2011

She had hoped to remember the experience, the way things felt when he first touched her face, but later, she was only able to tell it as a story, words that wrapped around her like his arms did, but that only felt like shadows of his actual presence.

She tried to tell him the story the way it lived in her heart, but he remembered something different, still tender, but not the same. That was the moment he first disappointed her. That was the moment her heart began to break.

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