The day when she met him, she saw herself in the mirror.
Her reflection was completely a different woman
Her eyes were twinkling, re-living the moments
She touched her lips gently with her fingers, remembering his lips on hers
Her hand caressed her neck, feeling his kisses
Stroking her hair, she remembered how he embraced her
She leaned her head back as if she was imagining the moments of passion they shared
He may not be physically there at the moment, but she remembers the mark he leaves on her.
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