The beginning is always exciting, isn’t it?
The rush was getting a little more intense. And your list of questions is getting longer and longer. But this time you feel a bit different. This time, you love those questions. They are fresh, they are light, this time the questions started with her name, not yours. And that’s how you lost yourself. But somehow, you still managed to wonder if it’s a good thing or bad, and I think that’s funny.
I don’t need to go on details for this part, do I? You remember every single one of them, the places, the conversations, the discovery.
Nothing beats that, right? When little things matter more than they usually do. And you started to see things a little bit differently.
Even the expected catches you off guard. And next thing you know, you have a little library inside your head. Where all the books have her names on, because your world turned upside down with her as the core that holds everything together—or so you thought.
So they stay. Both yours and hers. Things like, the way you knew which expression she would give for each kind of thing you said. The way she called your name when you’re down. The way she tells you that everything is going to be okay. The way she hugged, and kissed. Which fingers she used to touch you with…
I remember you thought you can be anything back then. She makes you feel things, and every single one of them felt brand new. You like how she made you feel, and soon enough you are in touch with many sides of you that you never knew before. Sweet. Like your favorite dessert, you said.
Do you remember this? You wrote it that day. Yes, that day and I know you know exactly what I’m talking about.
Ultraviolet 
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