The ink on her skin is the motto she lives by because letting people see her falling apart is not an option especially not over a man. She takes to much pride in being strong to let her friends know she let her guard down. They see her laughing it off, living it up. Only she knows about the waves, the overwhelming flood of memories that come to mind when someone mentions his name. The tender words, the gentle kisses and quiet moments they shared. They see the guarded, cold, uncaring version of him that she is now becoming all to familiar with.
She wishes it wasn't this way, she is still perplexed by how it got this way. He said and did everything exactly how the movies and songs tell you he should. Then all of a sudden something shifted: his eyes went cold, his words generic, his thoughts and emotions closed off to her. So in the dark she sits and waits for the return of the warmth of his smile and the love in his eyes. Her heart longs for the closeness they once had but to no avail.
So now she is faced with the most frightening choice of all, close this chapter and start anew or wait for the darkness to pass and rekindle the love she so desperately desires?
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