“Her face”

I didn’t remember who I once was or what I used to look like but I will always be able to remember her face.

It’s been burned into my mind and will stay there until the end of my days.

Her face was, and still is, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

A face I will always remember.

So even know when I can’t remember who I was when I first met her and when I don’t want to look in the mirror because I don’t know the face that will look back at me I can still take solace in the picture of her face.

The picture burned into my mind until the end of my life.


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