You tell me that my hair changes color, switches shades -- depending on how much light goes through it. You tell me that there is bits of black in there. Bits of blonde and brown in the cascade of red. "I don´t think I will ever get bored with you", I say. And then your green eyes start to glitter. You smile through my screen and across an ocean. And I suddenly know that I´ve never been more right about anything in my life.
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