I was seventeen and she was perfect I was seventeen and she was perfect I remember this feeling gripping me, a feeling I hadn't felt before. I wanted her, I needed her. Her hair shimmered in the August sun, her eyes held the most gorgeous glint of purest green I'd ever seen. I was a stranger to the world she lived in. I'd never looked at a woman like this before, but then I'd never seen perfection until that very moment. For the first time in my #life, I felt invisible, yet somehow completely naked at the very same time. How could I ever shine bright enough to attract the attention of this emerald eyed goddess. I was only seventeen And she was perfect.
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