No Glaze.

When you glaze a donut, you may bring some sugary goodness to it, but if you glaze your memory, you miss out key factor's to the smile that it may bring. Keeping my lungs clear, I keep my donuts clear from glaze. Her face can be speculated perfectly down to the bar behind her teeth when she smiles. She has the ear shafted with a bar, and her laughter pierced with a viral attraction. I can remember the first time, I needed to take a breath and she thought I was second thinking, but the only thought I had was to get more. I remember she had a cracked lip on the bottom left, in which where I planned to make better in the midst of this kiss. I felt one of her big toes on the right curl when I wrapped my arms around her tighter. Immediately she would let out a large deep breath as if to say, "this is comfy, but can you move your knee out of my calf?", and so I did, but once accomplished in the middle of this raveled mess we made of ourselves, she just squeezed me tighter.

This was almost 3 months ago
My memory is so clear, and never mistaken.

1 month with her, 3 months away.
for 2 years.

A little like Pirate of the Caribbean, the Dutchman must always have a captain, only able to return every 10 years for a single day, for eternity.

My fate is a little more... unglazed.