Stolen glances.
Their eyes met.
Silence was their way of communicating.
He left. Reluctant goodbyes.
It was never more then a few stolen glances.
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thesulkygirl
- caitlyn
- i am forever twenty-one. i sulk more than i smile, but i'm really quite friendly. i struggle to be understood; i struggle not to be misunderstood; i struggle to smile more often but my jaws will hurt. i struggle to articulate my thoughts and my daily struggles. And this is where i will unleash these thoughts. email me at caitrawks@gmail.com
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