Just the sight of her left me weak in the knees.
| A Micro Graphic Novel Project |
| I Loved Her |
| By SC Sweere |
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I loved her. Just the sight of her left me weak in the knees. |
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| The smell of her hair; a momentary glimpse of the nape of her neck could leave me breathless with anticipation. |
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| The sound and warmth of her sleeping breath in my ear through the night, left me sleepless with blissful desire. |
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| Her absence has left me stranded, frozen in the cold vacuum of space, and I pray for the warmth of the grave. |
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