by Robert Gryfft
You have to understand, she was my rock, my anchor in a world aswirl with endless changing possibilities.
She would walk in, smile that smile of hers, and order coffee. She would buy a newspaper. Every morning, flawlessly. For four years.
That smile.
I almost started talking to her so many times.
I should have.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
I Will Remember Her
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You shouldn't have; you would have been disappointed anyway.
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