So I looked at her today. In between thrashing an incompetent laptop and cursing the creators of the bloody SATs, I glanced at her direction. I was careful doing so, of course. I saw her speaking with a friend of mine, so she didn’t notice me. She’s changed. Her face is thinner. Actually, she’s generally thinner. She’s quieter, too, with the minor exceptions of a few laughs here and there on her good days. Her facial features look more abstract now, her eyes a little more hollow and dark brown, her nose a little more dainty. She might look so differently because I’ve been too hesitant to look at her up until now. It’s been a few weeks, maybe a few months (can it really be that we haven’t spoken in a few weeks?) since I’ve mustered the courage to admit to myself that I’m thinking about her.

I miss her. I miss her a lot. Somewhere along those lines, I would like to believe that she misses me too. 

One day before Christmas and I decided to join Livejournalll.


I'm a bit of a n00b right now but I do have some graphics I wouldn't mind showing.


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