How Things Are

by Bronze   Oct 4, 2006


Beginnings
Are never too dear
A laugh, a giggle
Consequence

Angry tears
A shoulder to cry on
A tender hug
Friendship

Exchange names
Wave in the hall
Grow attached
Gossip

An innocent smile
Glance of fate
Eye contact
Blush

He grabs her hand
She brushes against him
Accidently
Crush

The park
Flowers, barbeque
Some photographs
Memories

Endings
Are just different
His lips touch hers
Kiss

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