How you glowed with happiness, like a bright light shining inside you, the day I first met you. That was at a party the day you arrived in Boston -- I've lost track of the year, even though I know we've figured it out. The light in your face was almost blinding. I don't think I remember another thing about the day.
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Date: 2005-02-07 02:30 am (UTC)