This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
He watches her, intensely, avidly, passionately, and the more he does, he realizes- knows- that she is changing; becoming someone different for every person she meets. One moment she is laughing, superior, intelligent; tossing her hair back and laughing at the world who cannot hope to keep up with her. She meets the other's eyes unashamedly, radiant with confidence. The next- she is shy, timid, downcast eyes and a faint blush on her cheeks. He wants- longs- to tell her that she doesn't need to change. But the words are caught, stuck in his throat, and he finds he has nothing to give her. The air seems still around her, the oxygen seemingly vanished from the way his breath catches when he is near her. He can't look away from her, and he can't bear to look at her, wondering if there was every any truth- honesty- in her. He knows so much about her: her lips are so often chapped from when she bites them, her hair so often in disarray from when she brushes it out of her face. She is so perfect- flawed- and he wants to tell her that he loves her, adores her, but he has no oxygen around her- no words to give her, and he is silent. You are a contradiction. |
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