FRIDAY
When I saw you on Friday, the first words out of your mouth were these: "Where were you yesterday? I waited for you."
And my stomach did somersaults, my palms went slick and my breathing hitched.
My heart fluttered and I had to battle the smile that would inevitably crawl onto my face.
"I uh- I took the bus." I said.
Your face dropped slightly and you breathed an "oh".
"If you want, I can walk though. I probably enjoy it more than the bus ride anyway." I shrugged.
And there was that smile again.
"Yeah okay." Your face lit up like a Christmas tree and as I waved goodbye and made my way to work, I let a smile of my own take over my face.
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Stones
Romance"My mind is a graveyard and I'm praying for gravediggers." (C O P Y R I G H T © 2 0 1 4)
