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It's like somebody stares at number that they themselves couldn't remember but it means a lot to them, it's a connection to that person far yet close. Everywhere. It's even etched on a sheet of paper that's important too, as if to remind her that it's important and an answer.
Something so little, *67'd the number.. Included the 1.. In all 13 letters, she thinks. Dialed it, not even sure if it was real.. He was asleep and had woken up, voice groggy, whom was this person and why did it seem that when the phone was answer the girl's head went afloat? She couldn't help it, so by the second 'hello'.. "Who is this?"
Nothing, at all, maybe it was her voice that gave a sign or even the annoyance of the morning, what seemed like such a big thing to one girl was pushed away by the person she could easily admit to knowing she had loved.
.. love..
But the passed is exactly that and will stay there, she will get older with time and be blown with the leaves. By then she'll have forgotten the guy and she'll have stopped searching for his puzzle piece, keeping in mind that she is entitled to happiness without him and has done so. It was meant to be just that, an obstacle course that she's recovering from and wasn't ready for. The fouls of it are the things she's still battling.


Although, love seems so much to me so I don't think I've ever experienced being IN love.. So it's just.. confusion.