When I see her smile and hear the laugh that accompanies it, it awakens old memories, with every breath she lets out that is filled with joy it is like a key knocking the tumblers of a lock.
For when she parts her lips and reveals her porcelain perfection, my world becomes brighter and shows me something in myself that has long been hidden, kept secret, stored in a vault, and then forgotten.
For with every second she giggles one less brick stands in the wall that I've built around my heart.
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