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"Is it wise?" i could hear Stevie Smith asking me as i lay in my bath tub smoking the days last cigarette,
I loved the way her blue eyes shone when i told a joke, or the way her neck snapped up when i would tease her, just loud enough to guarantee she would overhear, but soft enough she thought she was catching me. I imagined that i would love to wake up to her smile, or with just a strand of her golden hair splayed across my face, her form moving ever so slightly with breath as i coaxed myself back to sleep. I wondered how i would feel when she hurt me for the first time, when we fought even though we never thought we would. I knew i could forgive her, but there would have been unease as i contemplated the possibility she might not forgive me. That never happened, though, because i had waited too long, and now we were about to graduate.