Our days are numbered,
and we know we're not getting younger.
But it's nights like these that make you
not really care.

domingo, 25 de marzo de 2012

It's a lovely Sunday.

She glanced over him as he was laying down. His blue eyes were closed, his mind was busy, that's for sure, it always was. She couldn't help it, and she smiled bigger than the usual.

Suddenly, her mind got busy. "I could stay like this forever", she admitted to herself, and giggled when she thought that, "it's not  difficult, it's easy, it's not even complicated".

However, she kept her mouth shut.

And never said a word.

And probably never will

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