I love your brown eyes. I keep them to remember. It’s crazy but your ezsema was an issue. Your creamy white flesh gave so well. A couple spots here and there really was nothing.
It’s a shame. But no comprises. Your choice. I still look at those eyes every day. They were glossy before, now just glassy. You got what you wanted. You alway get what you think you need.
It’s the body I miss. Souvenirs are nice. I long for the days when you wanted fun. Now we have a gap of living and dead.
At least, I still remember the taste. My freezer helps. Love is forever.