He smiled at her. Said, I haven't seen you in a while. Said softer, I miss you.
She thought, Did I imagine that? The smile? The words? Could he be more than an illusion?
He laughed at something she said. His eyes sparkled. He remembered with her. Her voice taking him back. Her eyes edged with a sadness whose origin he couldn't place.
She looked into his complementary eyes and fought surpressed dreams. Don't do this she chastised. Proceed with caution.
He touched her and all her will power stimultaneously vanished. He paused saying, things used to be different didn't they?
She smiled enigmatically. Yes, they used to be simple and unbroken. Mirrors that held promise, not lies. Flowers that remained vivid. Stars that defiantly glittered. Minds that bred ingenuity. Blue eyes that held truth. Yes, darling, things used to be different.
He liked they way he understood her silence. Volumes were stored in her clear eyes, meaning held in the slight curve of her lips.
She hugged her legs to her. It felt good to allow herself this minute pleasure. A unfair but unaviodable exchange: a memoryof him for the continuous breaking of her heart. She wanted to make a wish. To point her hopeful face towards the Heavens; towards the stars and close her eyes tight. But she gave up on wishing long ago, and her wish died an inarticulate death.
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