She stood there in silence looking at herself in the mirror.
She cried as she wiped the running make up from her face.
Was she not good enough for him?
Could he not accept her for her?
Night after night she laid in bed, crying herself to sleep.
Wiping the falling tears from her eyes.
Again, as she sees the bleeding mascara coming down from her eyes,
she wipes it away.
As she whispers to herself....
"god, I miss him."
She picks up the phone as she finally believes that she has gathered
all her courage up to call him.
She silently sits waiting for him to pick up the phone.
But the moment she hears his voice,
All of her courage is lost.
She hangs up, not realizing what she has done.
And this.. he’ll never know.
She sat there all alone, looking into space.
Teary eyed,
realizing that their love is now depending fully on fate.
