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It began with a moment. 

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A moment where a smile made me question all the smiles that I have seen before. A moment where my heart skipped a beat, my face filled with the heat of a blush across my cheeks and my voice quaked with nerves.

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A moment where you voice broke me from my trance and the world turned technicolor. A moment when you asked me to dinner, I said yes straight away. I didn’t have to think about it. We ate food that we would regret later, made each other laugh and stayed out too late. 

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A moment when you dropped me home, you stayed a while. We sat in the gutter at the front of my house. Looking at the stars and talking about dreams for the future, how I wanted to run my own business and you joked about being a model but you really wanted to help people who’ve had a rough life. 

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A moment where you wrapped one arm around my shoulders when I was cold. You whispered, ``You're Beautiful’. I smiled then, nestling my head on your shoulder. A moment where I felt happy, breathing in the smooth and spicy scent of your cologne. 

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A moment when it was past midnight,  it was time for you to go. I hugged you close to me, admitting the desire to see you again. Your lips touched mine for the first time, my body filled with fire. You pulled away, with a promise to call me in the morning. 

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The morning came, then another morning and another after that. You didn’t call, you didn’t text. My heart broke at your silence. A moment where I believed that you were just playing with my heart as a game. A moment when your name flashed upon my phone screen and all those thoughts disappeared. My heart sank, it wasn’t your voice that I heard.

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This is the moment that my world came crashing to a halt. It led me to this moment here, where I stare out at your family, sharing our private moments that mean the most to me. A moment where a girl tries not to cry as she says goodbye to the man she was falling in love with. 

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It was only one moment where you lost your dreams, your love and your life because of a drunk driver after midnight. 

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A moment we lost our chance at a love of a lifetime. 

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