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Even in the blinding sunlight, to me, who was crying with covered eyes, you suggested a game so that I could see the light. We loved that game. On those sweltering summer days, the sweat that flowed as we melted was the perfect tool to make your eyes shine. Every moment eventually fades, but I was busy searching for eternity. Even while seeking the eternal, I worried about my heart. Things shared as they seeped in noisily became light before I knew it. But fearing they might burn away on a hot summer night, I find myself worrying once again.