Five simple words surprise me.
"I still read your blog," she says.
All thoughts escape my head, and there is only her, and those cheerful caramel-colored eyes behind glasses of summer and sunshine. Time stops, and I wonder about second chances, soft porcelain skin, and things far beyond uncomplicated friendship.
And then, it was over.
I smiled at how naïve I get with her. What was I thinking? I shrugged, and quickly said goodbye.
She was pretty in that dress she had. She always was.
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