Of the Sentimental Type.
“it’s nice outside,” she said.
i turned around and there she was. admiring the grey. measuring the wind.
book.
in.
hand.
no place to sit, didn’t matter.
no welcoming sun, didn’t matter.
so calm. so serene.
i’ll miss her.
(in reality, she was probably just ….waddling about, digesting her food…finding any excuse of distraction from her studies.)
Yes. i will miss her.
i’m the first to comment on this one!!
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perfect entry. i feel special. you’re gonna make me cry. 😀
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to be romantic is to feel
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