Friday, July 22, 2011

California King Bed



It was one unforgettable dinner, because it felt like the movies.

You know, the scene the protagonist felt the coldness from across the table, making her almost sorry for the silent breaking of her heart. The scene where she put herself together, and took an evening walk in her beautiful outfit--the very outfit she had hoped will somehow change a heart. The lonely evening walk that was accompanied by disappointment and invisible tears. The lonely walk home that reminded her that she's desirable but unloved.

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