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…run from the warm…

I see how the look in your eyes changes.

From a rough, arrogant look your eyes change to warm.

A smile is tickling in them.

I realize that when you see me your mood is changing.

You don’t have to talk to me…you don’t have to worry that I don’t understand it…the look in your eyes says everything there is to be said…

and yet I left…I ran and I’m not coming back…you scared me…

warm eyes don’t normally look at me…they don’t notice me…

your warm eyes scared me and made me build my walls and run…

I’m gone. I’m gone forever…and I’m not coming back…

CB. πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ


I am a girl, a woman, a mother trying to enjoy life as much as I can. This is a personal blog with and about books, life, introverts and more. πŸ“–πŸ‘©β€πŸ’ΌπŸŒŸπŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ

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