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I run best in the rain. My senses more alert, my vision more acute. I can taste the moisture in the air two days before a drop of water forms in the low layer of clouds surrounding Forks.
I taste you best in rain.
Your scent carries with water. As you walk through the mist on the way to your red truck, the smell of your hair, your skin, your blood- it runs down the length of your arm, carried in the molecules of hydrogen and oxygen.
And I can see the tiniest balls of water on your eyelashes. They reflect the gray ceiling above us, and your eyes sparkle. Like Diamonds.
I wondered two years ago, when I first saw you across the cafeteria, if you'd ever see my skin the way I see yours now. Glistening in the sun, translucent in its beauty, perfect, like you.
I taste you best in rain.
Your scent carries with water. As you walk through the mist on the way to your red truck, the smell of your hair, your skin, your blood- it runs down the length of your arm, carried in the molecules of hydrogen and oxygen.
And I can see the tiniest balls of water on your eyelashes. They reflect the gray ceiling above us, and your eyes sparkle. Like Diamonds.
I wondered two years ago, when I first saw you across the cafeteria, if you'd ever see my skin the way I see yours now. Glistening in the sun, translucent in its beauty, perfect, like you.
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