I could finally look at your face and feel nothing. First I saw your shiny blue eyes that pulled me in every time, next I saw your glowing smile, then it was your dimples that look great on you and make your smile even cuter, and then I saw the freckles that scatter around your face. I took in your face and I didn't feel my eyes smile anymore. My face didn't flush. For once after a years time, your smile that flows into your eyes didn't make me smile, instead it made me feel empty, it made me feel nothing but sorrow, I could feel my eyes start to well up with tears and suddenly I wasn't blinded anymore. I was just a girl to you and you were on my mind constantly . I thought about you everyday for a year and I probably never even crossed your mind. I thought I would stop thinking about you or stop looking for you everywhere I go or that I would stop wondering where you were when you were gone, but old habits never die and love never completely fades.
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Taste of Me
General FictionSome people write poem books or books as a journal but I write monologues and mini dialogues, so here is a taste of me.