Friday, February 18, 2011

hold still

...When exactly was this? What else was going on in my life on this day? I can't believe I could have seen her after this, the day after, or even that night, and not have known? But that's exactly what happened. Maybe she could act like nothing changed; maybe she got that good at pretending. Or maybe she thought I would have noticed, and was disappointed when I didn't...

1 comment:

if the spirit moves you, type some words