I called her Rainbow before I even knew what that meant, when playtime and bubble baths fell like snow on my head and I believed that that was all there would ever be. Your name, even then, must have been known to me, in some quiet secret far off place reserved for serendipity. So when you ask me to go, don't forget the way I kiss, because I've held your heart as delicately as I could since the age of three.
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