11.23.2012

In time, this too shall pass

He stole something of hers that she wanted back.

She looked at him, dejected. She felt something leave her, again. Into his eyes she stared. She felt, for that brief moment that everything would be ok; That for that brief moment, she was sure that things would turn out fine.

Keyword: 'brief'.

But everything is transient, temporary. She wanted so much to tell him that she thought he was pretty awesome and she was glad, that by some luck, their paths had crossed.

He said he moved on; he said he grew tired.

She looked away.
Suddenly all the words she wanted to say grew old, grew rusty.

Everything is transient, temporary. She grew sad, but she never said it. Like a pill, hurt was always the hardest to swallow. She was convinced she could take any amount of physical pain. She prepared herself.

But this, this gnawing of her heart strings, this - she was unprepared for.

She looked to him again, now hard. She told herself she did not need this. That she was foolish. But for that brief moment, she left herself bare; For that brief moment, she believed it was not a stupid thing to do.

Keyword: 'brief'.

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