She sits listening to their song
She wishes he would call or write.
Her curiosity gets the best of her, is he fine without her?
She knows he has probably moved on, but some part of her keeps her in the past.
He stares at his computer screen, debating.
He wants so badly to write her back, he is starting to realize that he is hurting her.
Every word she writes is a constant reminder of what he left behind.
She watches the sky, wishing on a shooting star that he will write.
Just an "I'm fine" would ease her constant worrying.
She slips back into her computer chair, and there it is, after months of waiting, an email.
The subject makes her heart skip a beat, "My Angel," he wrote.
She hesitates for only a moment then opens the long awaited letter.
She feels a tear stain her cheek as she sits listening to their song.
Authors note!
*Lips of an Angel is the song BTW && it was what he sent, the mp3 of it.*
