January 16, 2008

“Are you sure?” he asked, because he wanted her to go, but didn’t want her to leave him. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

All the color had drained from her face, and she breathed as if she were afraid to disturb the air between them. He did not know how to interpret this. After all these years, he had failed to learn the language of her actions.


  1. hmmm love it

  2. Thanks, chica…

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