Millions of cars passing by, and the people inside peer out at you. That moment right there is all they'll ever know you for. You could be the frowning mess crying on the curb, or the silly girl with a quirky smile. It's that moment, you know. Speeding down the road, and they look out for a brief /moment/. And there you are. Just there. They see you, but only for a second. And then they're gone, and that's all there is to the story.
Writers
- Flying Buffalo Sauce
- It's like... sauce that's untaste-able. It's really good, but... you can't have it.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Let downs
"I like you," I say quickly, biting my lip as I realize what I've let slip.
"I know," he laughs, taking my hand in his. "I know you like me."
There'a a pause.
"And I like you too," he continues. I feel my insides warm up a little bit, thawing. Maybe there's hope...
"But just not like that."
My teeth slip and I taste blood.
So-fucking-much for that...
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