How It Hurts, and How Little It Hurts

[withinthelines]

You are just a face. There have been many before you, and there will be many more. You came suddenly, you lingered, and now it’s over. There’s not much left to say about it; only a dumb silence where the words would be. There was nothing special between us, just a brief flicker of relation, a cursory warmth, a shadow of something that never grew.

Comments

[lyrawyscan]

yours is better than mine. I hope it's ok that I found this.

[withinthelines]

Yes, it's okay. But this entry wasn't about you. It was about A.

[lyrawyscan]

I knew it was about A. I only commented because it was the most recent entry.