I loved the way she smiled. I loved the way she looked when she slept. I loved the way she pretended to be in love with my corny side. I loved how attentive she was when I spoke to her. I loved so very much how she squeezed her eyes tight when she laughed. I love talking to her, I loved her hands. But most of all I loved looking at her.
And then one day, the love I knew changed.
She ran back inside of her shell and hid until I was gone.
I loved that even after our breakup she was able to tear down her hard outer shell and tell me that I was still important to her. I loved knowing that she was still thinking about me. I loved that she kept trying to make our friendship work. I love that now, she seems to be happy.
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Zoned Out
Short StoryAlthough this is a very real part of my life, it was not written to bash one of my exes. If that was the case I would've gladly given you her name. Enjoy!
