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"they say that when you fall in love, fall in love with their eyes too, because that's the only thing that will never change."
he sighed as if he were tired . . . of me.
"why are you telling me this?"
"because no matter what will happen, your eyes will always bring me back to you.
whether your eyes be seeing or not.
all that matters is that it is seen.
at least by me."
he shook his head.
why is he acting like this?
it's not as if i were that annoying.
am i?
"good."
he muttered, seemingly distracted.
as i watched thick rain sloped down the outer surface of my window, i could finally see.
the pitter patter gathered a small pool at the window sill, rippling away a little song for me.
everything was glazed over, gloomy and definitely bleak.
all i could see was jelly-like substance that reflected nothing but my ignorance.
it would definitely not have been fortunate if i were driving right now.
i could see clearly now how worse he has it.
i put my earphones back in.
it was horrible.
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This was before he said that she was the problem.
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