It’s like looking at the face of the person you love the most in the world after you’ve been apart for a while. You forget the small creases and lines, the shape of their mouth, the shadow their nose makes, until they become just a whisper of a memory, hazy and inconsistent. And when you finally see them, it’s like looking at the face of a stranger you’ve known all along, except so much more than that.
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