If she had asked me to describe you a year ago, I would have told her about the first time I saw a meteor shower with my own eyes. The all-consuming thrill of witnessing something so beautiful mark my dark sky.

If she asked me today, I would tell her about the last cheap shirt I bought. How I watched its vibrant color slowly fade to a muted, dirty tone.

But I held onto it, nonetheless.

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