Your smile, your laugher. The beautiful way your eyes crinkle up as you laugh hard from amusement. As my eyes meet your eyes I can't help but to smile and laugh helplessly too. Oh you silly boy.
So often does your smile appear, the friendly crinkling of bright eyes. I see the reflection of it; in all different places, on the faces of others. I see your smile on others and recognise it as yours. With a tiny ache at my heart, I can recall that beautiful curve. I see it on anyone who smile.
And I believe I can stop time by placing the hourglass on its side. I can escape into this little world I've weaved in my mind. I can lose myself in words, in reading, in remembering.
Bright, soft, tender laugher.
I can lose myself in fantasy.
Your smile continues to shimmer at the back of my mind.
The crash back to reality hurts a lot with no cushions to soften the fall. The cushion has been gone for so long, you'll think I would have gotten used to it already, but apparently I have not.
So this hurts.
But oh, who cares?!
"hello! yes I'm fine"
Someone stop this noise.
The Lighter Side of Her
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A grey dress with sweet dainty puckered sleeves and a special nook clothes and surrounds dreamy fancies and flights of imagination. Memories from here and there creep in, forming the pen in her head.
When time slows down, she writes.
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