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I can see the desperation in his eyes, the pain is truley, thats why its so beautiful. As he speaks you can hear nothing, the wind stills to witness. He reached out with both hands, as if there should of been something there to grasp, and i felt it in the space between us, as he let the words roll down his tonge to drop his jaw and fall to the ground. Something missng in that visible open space. I could see him becoming overwhelmed, untill the words where so heavy he had to swollaw the next couple, and drop his head in his lap to spit out the rest. And when he was finshed he lifted his head. And there in his face the most gorgeous thing id ever seen, and the worst pain i ever felt.