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We could speak for hours about the world about sciences, the mysteries of life. I had so much to learn from her,

I was hooked form the moment we met.  The passion would stir up in her deep blue eyes every time we discussed ideas and philosophies,

Our souls merged long before our lips did that one night, but now I’m forced to rip the memories of her from my mind,

Forget the sound of her voice and the subtle sent of cookies omitted by her hand cream, which is probably the hardest thing to do, as it means boycotting cookies.