..when the mind ceases to think..

...some organized incoherence.

Friday, December 30, 2005

-[55]- A guy. A girl. A secret. -[55]-

“Who is it?”
“Not telling.”
“Asked her out?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Because she’ll say no, therefore it’s not worth pursuing.”
“Bull! C'mon! Tell me!”
“It’s pointless.”
The bus arrived.
She glared at him. "Tomorrow! Everything!" She declared and left.
He waved and whispered inaudibly, “I'll confess in your dreams tonight. Hope you can hear me.”

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