My obsession with her is so intense that when my mind tries to recreate an image of her, it is blurry and unfocused.  I am able to recall minor mannerisms of hers, like the way she rubs her face when she has an itch, or how her eyes roll back when I kiss her neck or how she emphasizes the ‘O’ at the end of my name.  Moments with her are so perfect, that recollections of her are desultory representations.  I experience her lucidly so that memories of her are comparatively inadequate to her physical presence.

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