They were like two galaxies filled with fireworks and gold. I memorized every shape, every shade of color, how and when the pupils would change size. Every freckle, every curve, and every scar. And by then you had told me all of your favorite jokes and I loved every one of them, even when they stopped being funny.

I could've listened to every story from your childhood over and over again until we were gray and old. And by then, just like your whole existence, I would've memorized and mourned every freckle and scar that faded into every wrinkle, loving every sign of growing old with you.

I cherished every moment we shared, leaving me as the only one who will never know.

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