I want to forget about the way you smiled right before you kissed me. The way you would look at me and your face would light up for no reason it seemed. You always said you hated smiling and that you never would, but you always did without ever realizing. At the park when we were on the bench, in the middle of a car ride when we were holding hands, across the store when I was so indecisive on what shirt would look good and what type of candy I wanted.
Thank you for everything.
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