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Early Mornings.
Early morning sunshine floats in through my window, hitting my pillow. I remember when i'd wake up to that very same light and the sound of tiny pebbles hitting my window everyday. I'd get up and climb out the window, disturbing nothing. I'd jump out and land into your arms. You'd never let me fall, not even once. I remember how my nightgown stuck to my legs and the dirt attached itself to my bare feet because of the dew. I went on anyway, just so I could be with you. We'd talk about sweet nothings and our laughs would be drifted away by the slight breeze. Your arm would be around me ad then you'd suddenly pick me up and spin around. You always marveled at how my nightgown flew around my pale legs when only moments before it was stuck to me. Then, you'd sit down, me still in your arms. You'd stroke my hair and tell me how much you loved me. You'd tell me how special I was to you and then you'd carry me back home, almost like I was your princess. You'd lift me back into my window and leave as silently as you'd come and the magic of the morning would end. I wouldn't see you again until the next morning, where it would all repeat itself, only your words were different. But one day, you didn't come and the magic never came. I waited and waited, hoping you were only late. But noon came and went and then nighttime came upon the day, stealing away the light of the sun. You didn't come the next day either, though I waited and waited. I never saw you again. I wake up early every morning, straining my ears for the sounds of pebbles hitting my window. The sounds never come even though I hope and hope and wish and wish, though I know they'll never come. Not today, nor tomorrow, not ever. You've moved on and I wish I could too.
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