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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.

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  • Monday, July 14, 2008 9:19 PM

    words in a new tab

    I read you over and again, because I can. I read you as loudly possible in my head with a smile on my lips. I read you so soft, you sound close to a whisper.
    I read you and I know this is something I'll cherish in the longest time to come.

    You used to be a thought, just in passing. A glimmer of hope in the midst of childish dreams. Someone that was someone in some place with something important to do.

    As I look out, the droplets of rain make it's way down the long window panes and I think in my head that perhaps this should stop. I can't afford to trace my fingers down the outline the rain was making without feeling dread over being inside. Funny how my mind took that and drew a parallel to you. And the many things I said and changed my mind soon afterwards and then changed my mind again seemed so petty. I tried hard to make you the bad one so you'll be easier to hate. And with that, hopefully forget.

    I'm glad I did and didn't.

    Who knew it could come to this. Who really knew except that one much greater.

    It really is a blessing that this is what it is. Nothing more and nothing less. This isn't what they say it is. Quite far from it, really. Truth told, I'm more glad than anything that it isn't.

    Because today as I read you, I realise that deep down I hope that I'll never lose this that I cherish so much in you.


    minx wrote at9:19 PM