Click. Click. Click.
The faint rhythmic sound of his fingertips, tapping against the small black keys of his 13-inch laptop, somehow manages to echo through the upbeat and unfamiliar tunes blaring from the speakers in all four corners of this cafe.
Dressed in a plain black V-neck shirt and dark denim jeans that complement his black distressed pair of Toms, this 20-something fairly attractive...
Unspoken
12.16.2017
The air is cold. My breath, warm.
Overflowing thoughts of what is and what was consume my being.
Though not wholly foreign, it remains unfamiliar.
Words unspoken, perhaps leaving me still feeling broken.
And this, I question.
This, I know.
Would it make a difference?
Would it translate to clarity?
Or would it cloud the mind even more?
Aches and tears, make me feel.
Doubts and uncertainties,...
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