Foo Fighters - The Pretender
She knew. What was he supposed to start this with? New Order? In this day and age where fine married Christian men post pics of their happy families after midnight. I won't say anything. The smile. The eye that he says is closed... yet remains open. So be it.
I know what she was thinking. Put her name up. Complete with her maiden name. Show she was there. A connection could be made. Did she really think that he was that stupid? Did she forget her final words to him? Her thereat when he approached as nothing more than a friend.
Did she think he wouldn't remember all the times she acted as if he was crazy. She wasn't there. She was so clad to the other. The one that created a singular, whereas she was desperate for confusion to muddle her life. So desperate she would crate it even if it did not exist. She had to have it. Perhaps to rebel... perhaps to live. So it was.
Did she not know?
Did she think that her feeble blows that regardless struck to the very hart of the one, HER ONE. The match. Souls mixed primal. Congrats. Did she, after fury at nothing, read the card she ripped in two. Did she? Did she even balk, dressed so elegantly in her bathrobe, in the middle of the street, in the middle of the day, while others where captured... in the middle of life, did she feel good as she saw him drive away.
Her one. Her break. The face in the corner of the mirror, that is only seen for a moment, yet when she turns to see... is gone.
Was he supposed to forget? About Ron. About Jay. Mike, Blake... heck any of the boys that she had called to her side. Of course this follows to any of the platforms she was on. For example, calls for one to fill the void could be sent out on Instagram, twitter, or any devce. She could convince. She could plead of love for country, before her and the other left to another country. It is to laugh. By showing she was on, especially with her old account, she had shown she had never really disappeared. She had always been on. That which she had so desperately denied
Lies, a brilliant land. To her health... Lady M. Just like her message... the one that backfired... about your presence. All she ever had to do was call. Like the old days, do the accidental call. Of course if that happened the worst thing of all might occur...
He might say hi back.
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