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A Different Light

“I saw you for the first time the other day,” Davis began to tell me. “You where sitting down eating lunch with the girls and you started to laugh about something and then you moved the hair out of yours eye; I just couldn’t stop looking at you. After I headed to class, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I had never seen you like that before; it was as if God was telling me to look at you and realize what beauty you have and how stupid I was to let you go. When I got back to my room I sat and thought about all of the time that we use to spend together and I thought how could I not see what was right in front of me? How could I not see it? Now I wish that I would have before it was too late. I’m sorry that I couldn’t see you, the real you before now.” After listening to all of this from Davis he grazed my cheek with his hand as if wiping away tears, kissed me on my cheek, and walked toward the door. As he passed through the door, he looked back giving me a smile that I had never seen before.

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