I see her across the room. The girl who has haunted my dreams is now more mature and even more attractive. "Why couldn't she have gotten ugly?" I think to myself, but i know that it would never be possible for her to be anything but beautiful. We make eye contact, and i want to look away, but I can't her eyes hold my attention just like they always have, but unlike before, I'm not happy to see them.
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