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He was behind her or he was in front of her but he was never
with her. If he was with her, it was never for long. It was never long enough
to be satisfied, long enough to be sure, long enough to be sure and never long
enough to be with her.
Ever have that feeling when you see a person that if they
knew you, they would love you, understand you, live with you, dream with you,
have fun with you and maybe never forget you. She got that feeling when she saw
him. Him; walking, laughing, talking, doing all the mad things he does. She was
never the girl that boys could talk to effortlessly, she was never the
prettiest, she was never the funniest and she was ok with it until he came
around and he made her want to all those things just because she wanted him to
see her, actually look at her just once.
Everyday she would look at the mirror and sometimes would
not even recognize what see saw. She had that feeling that her face is not her
own, it felt somehow foreign sometimes. It was a good face but there was nothing
extraordinary about it. Maybe that was the problem, maybe her face wasn’t good
enough. Everyday after staring at the mirror for longer than necessary thinking
that maybe today will be the day when this face will stand out. She would step
out again into the world for yet another time waiting, hoping for the world to
change.
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