She looked at him with her eyeliner smudged and her hair, a mess, and said "Is this the love they wote novels about?"
And all he could do was nod.
Friday 28 September 2012
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I call your name. But you wont hear me. I seek your eyes but they wont see. And when I reach for your hands. I realise I can't feel them no more.