Saturday, May 05, 2007
Hey you.
A summer breeze, so you say. But truly, what is he to you? Have you noticed the way he holds you ever so gently in the hugs you so frequently exchange? The way he rages with indignation when you complain of mistreatment by the suitor? The way he brushes his lips against your ear when he whispers? The way he looks at you tenderly when you flash your silliest smile at him?
Chances are, you will have noticed. And you have let nothing slip in return.
And maybe he will not pine, but forget about you, and ideally move on. But take a reality check. No one says walking away is easy.
Hey you. Yes you.
He wonders if you are willing to hear him out properly at all.
A summer breeze, so you say. But truly, what is he to you? Have you noticed the way he holds you ever so gently in the hugs you so frequently exchange? The way he rages with indignation when you complain of mistreatment by the suitor? The way he brushes his lips against your ear when he whispers? The way he looks at you tenderly when you flash your silliest smile at him?
Chances are, you will have noticed. And you have let nothing slip in return.
And maybe he will not pine, but forget about you, and ideally move on. But take a reality check. No one says walking away is easy.
Hey you. Yes you.
He wonders if you are willing to hear him out properly at all.
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