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This girl. can't write about her. would love to. Its not because I choose not to, or forced to not write. i just can not find the words to describe her. I get lost in the memories of the moments we shared. I could share with you how much her smile makes my heart beat faster. tell you that her laugh could warm the most coldest of rooms. That her soft skin is softer than a cloud must be. how her sweet smell envelops me when we are close, and that it lingers long after. These memories, they cloud my metaphors. all i really have at this point is my honesty. So in my most honest, tell you that, for sure, that i have never kissed a girl and ment it more then with her. with all certainty. This girl, to cool to be, to much to handle. aint that a metaphor for you.