The next time I saw her she was away from the person she was with in the beginning. She looked like a lost puppy without someone to follow.
I grabbed her by the wrist and brought her with me and showed her my world. She seemed to like it.
I watched her from afar a lot. How she'd play with her hair or bite the insides of her lips when she was nervous.
I still didn't know much about her until she let me in. I learned about her life and took little notes in my head.
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Poetrylove /ləv/ noun 1. an intense feeling of deep affection. lust /ləst/ noun 1. very strong sexual desire. miss·ing /ˈmisiNG/ adjective 1. (of a thing) not able to be found because it is not in its expected place. 2. (of a person) absent from a place...
