She still thinking about you. Not everyday, and not all day. But she still do.
Like when she hangs around her friends, and Simon asks "who wants Chinese food?". Than for just one second she freeze. She thinking about mu- shu. Then she thinking about you. And no one is notice that her smile is fake or how high her tone is when she says, "Pizza is better!"
Or like when she is painting. Not every time she is painting, of course. Just when it's the end of the day, and it's quiet at her home. She wish that someone would play on the piano, and then the quiet reminds her of you. And than she drops her pen, leaving the comics that she is working on half done, and play loud rock on her phone.
And it's not like she wants to think about you, she just do. And it's not her fault that she can no longer stand black because it's your color, or that she can no longer check out blond men because of you. It's just that you were so happy together, and for her it is so much harder to let the past go. If you come back now, she'll gladly take you back.
And what about you? You already moved on, to destroy another with your love.
I know it's short. But it was fun to write and I think that my grammar is better when I keeping it short. As for me- I always had that dream to publish my first book before I'm twenty. Since my birthday is tomorrow it's not going to happened but in a few days I'm sopused to get it's editing. If there is someone here that has already published or thinking about publishing their on work, I'd be happy to contact with you and hear about your way. It's a really lonely road
What else? Oh, I have twitter now. You can find the link on my profile.
Happy Hanukah, Merry Christmas, and a Happy new year!
