This feeling is becoming a little too familiar. Never have I ever felt this urge to protect someone. Wrap my arms around and keep stroking her hair, all the while leaving light kisses all over her faces just telling her to be that little peanut she is.
I see her. Only her. On this crowded street all I see is her, clearer than anything. (That's not good...pls be careful on the road)
Her fingers curled in little fists as she walks ahead of me. "I swear I didn't even study for that test. But I just listened to her lecture. I can't believe it. How did I get A+." Occasionally she turns back to pause and asks me to catch up with her. But I don't want to. I'm afraid if do then time will catch up with me. Take away this moment from my fingers.
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Inside the Mirror
SpiritualLife from inside the mirror. Only you see it. /Collection of short stories/ /Commentaries/
