August 04, 2010

Draft 2.

I wish he had something to remember me by. The particular way I smelled. Some stupid habit like twirling my hair all the time. The way my body feels against yours. A characteristic laugh. A bracelet I'd wear everyday. Like in the movies; he remembers the girl, the way she always smells of CK Summer, and wore the beaded necklace. He remembers, and sighs. The thoughts come rushing back to him and her smell lingers around, even though she's gone, she's never coming back. He wants her back.
Let me be that girl. Don't make me another face in the crowd.

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