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"A heart is a fragile thing. That's why we protect them so vigorously, give them away so rarely and why it means so much when we do. Some hearts are more fragile than others. Purer somehow. Like crystal in a world of glass, even the way they shatter is beautiful."
-Everwood
The comfortably cool wind blows through her long, brown hair. Her bangs moving out of the way, blue eyes exposed and she can feel the stares.
Decades, it feels like since her last date. It's difficult to wait there on that wooden bench, but she is; patiently. She sits there trying to convince herself it's okay. That this is a great thing because otherwise he wouldn't have added that silly smiley face at the end of his text message.
She tries to ignore that small part of her telling her it's not okay. That small part of her that makes her hope he won't show. She lies to herself, telling her that that feeling is nervousness. Not guilt or doubt or any of the sort. She's nervous because she's moving on and it's difficult to predict how that will turn out.
But there's always room for optimism and it's time for her to finally allow herself to love again.
Go slow. Deep breaths. Here he comes.
"Elizabeth?"
"Betty."
-Everwood
The comfortably cool wind blows through her long, brown hair. Her bangs moving out of the way, blue eyes exposed and she can feel the stares.
Decades, it feels like since her last date. It's difficult to wait there on that wooden bench, but she is; patiently. She sits there trying to convince herself it's okay. That this is a great thing because otherwise he wouldn't have added that silly smiley face at the end of his text message.
She tries to ignore that small part of her telling her it's not okay. That small part of her that makes her hope he won't show. She lies to herself, telling her that that feeling is nervousness. Not guilt or doubt or any of the sort. She's nervous because she's moving on and it's difficult to predict how that will turn out.
But there's always room for optimism and it's time for her to finally allow herself to love again.
Go slow. Deep breaths. Here he comes.
"Elizabeth?"
"Betty."