I look outside the window and saw a little girl. She's small and frail. Her face is like a scratch of paper impossibly waiting for someone to pick it and read what was written in it. But it's nothing, like she's no one. Nobody asks how she is. Nobody knows that she survives everyday chasing love. A little taste of it makes her live another day. How sad that girl could be.
I motion a little to see the whole picture and saw a reflection in the window. I smile and she smile. That girl must have done chasing love, maybe she had catch the love she's after and wear it on her sleeve. It is beautifully shown on her smile.
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