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I had to say hello.She was guarded, love never was an option. She was the woman alone at the cafe, her hair in a bun with glasses on.
No one bothered to say hello, until one day a young man walked by the cafe window and saw her sitting there, reading a novel in the sunlight. Somehow the light glowed off of her skin in such a way, that he had to say hello.
He turned right around and marched into that cafe and walked right up behind her. But he was frozen, she seemed so confident, so sure of herself sitting there with her mocha. He couldn't muster up the words to say to her, nothing seemed right.
He stood there for a good five minutes, she never noticed becaus
All I have is silence. You always came back. After every fight, every stressful moment, every time. You always called me to say:
"Baby, I'm sorry. I don't like when we fight." Then we would talk about other things. You always would text me, or apologize. Or maybe forgave my apology when I gave one, which was often.
But this time feels different. It feels wrong.
Because after this fight I didn't get a call.
I didn't get a text.
I didn't get an apology, or forgiveness.
I got silence.
I feel numb. That expression people say "You never know what you have 'till it's gone" is so terribly true to me now.
I miss when you would make me s
I'd like to compliment that smile.He threw her away without a care,
Like the way you feel in the summer air,
Not a glance back,
He didn't care and that was a fact.
At first she had nowhere to go,
Her life dragging by so slow,
Then she found a lonely child,
Looking for a purpose or a smile.
She came on in,
Said "Hello my friend"
The child looked around,
But not a soul to be found.
He then saw a woman on the street,
She had confidence in her feet,
He brightened his frown,
And resembled a clown.
"Excuse me miss" He stuttered,
"But I wanted to compliment that smile" his heart fluttered,
The woman blushed,
"Thank you oh so much!"
They walked off together,
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
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