Wednesday, July 6, 2011


She always sat that way -- perched on the edge of her chair, arms pressed in at her sides, toes pointed downward, leaning forward into the unknown, ready to launch herself up, out. Even when her heart was broken, she leaned forward and held her breath, a yet unvoiced laugh tugging at her lips, sparkling in her eyes.

That's one of the things he would have loved about her.

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