She spoke of him, but she just wanted to rid him from her mind. She wanted someone to take over her thoughts, and claim them as their own. She wanted someone to come along and she wanted to fall in love with their eyes so that she wasn't left looking at her coffee remembering his. She wanted to fall in love with someone else's touch, so that she didn't think about the way it felt in his arms. She wanted to fall in love with someone else's smile so that she did not look in the mirror searching for her own. She didn't just want all of these things, she needed them. Because if she was left with the memories of him, she wouldn't be able to breathe without thinking that he once told her to do exactly that... breathe.
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The Art of Mending A Broken Heart
סיפור קצרI don't think it's about finding myself as much as it is about remaking myself. I had been this girl for awhile, and then I started changing. Heading in a new direction blindfolded. I think it's time to take the blindfold off and create myself with...
