Thursday, November 04, 2004

It was the way she breathed in soft circles that echoed her sighs.
It was the way the corners of her mouth tugged down when she smiled, as if she was yearning to frown.
It was the way she wouldn't hesitate before taking my hand and leading the way, in that dancing, tripping tone.
It was as if she didn't know, that one day we would part ways.
It was as if she only lived for the moment.
It was as if she couldn't care less.
And I was sorry that I cared so much.
I was sorry that I loved her
And sorry that on the inside, she was always so breakable.

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