Yeah.


six.

y
cuando


she smiled, caught his arm
and said:
"i'm walking with you,"

his surprised eyebrows that
arched towards her like
hot sunbeams

and he
almost grabbed her hand, but
held back.

instead, she took his
minty-fresh gum offered as
a very small victory.

y
cuando


he gave her some strangely intense look,
and said:
"i love how..."

[here he faltered, still
grinning, still running a
hand through his hair]

"... you're
so
nice."

she took that as an
even bigger very small
victory.




Words by MiVidaDeEpílogos.
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Written on 2006-05-15 at 02:25

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PoeticProcrastination
Aww.

The victory gets bigger.
2006-05-15