My mind made me wonder of something else: did she run or did she face it? Something tells me she had the guts to face it. On the other hand, the running away surely explains the nostalgia. When you run away, you always keep asking yourself "what if...?". I guess running away is the trickiest choices of all. It makes you believe you are doing the right thing, until you are far enough to not go back. Coward is not a nice nickname. I guess no one wants to be known like that. Be selfish, be cocky, be dumb, but don't be a coward. Worst of all, don't be a fake corageous one. Don't pretend you have the guts to face haven and hell, if you can't even consider the existance of both.
Unfortunatly, I couldn't put in words the thoughts in her head. Better yet, fortunatly, the complexity of her thoughts were deep enough to get me cofused. Fortunatly, her eyes were smarter than most people I know. Fortunatly, her intelligence could go beyond school grades. Fortunatly, her emotions were hidden too well for me to unveil them. That girl trapped the strongest feelings so well that they couldn't find a way out of her maze. Her dry eyes and the twisted lips were telling more than it should, but not in a way a could ever explain. I could sense her loneliness. It wasn't like she was searching for company though.
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She was definitely too wrapped up in her own stuff to notice my interest, or even accept my friendly hand. I couldn't see it through, but I decided to respect her time. I let that moment pass through my fingers so she could decide what to do with her own. I couldn't point the direction to someone who didn't want to see. I let her live her life in her own time, while I used mine to catch hers.