"Everything will be ok", I lied. I don't know if I was trying to convince her or myself. I want to believe everything will work out just fine for her and we'll laugh about this one day reminiscent about it. Luck did not deal her a good hand at all, for she had none. I used to believe I was unlucky until I met her. I realized I was unlucky when it came to luck itself, but she was a walking Murphy's Law. Did she do something in her past life to deserve this? Her mind scolded by harsh events. She shows me with brief glimmers of emotions behind the electric barb-wired feces of anger and frustration that she still feels, that she could still break after being reduced to shreds. Will sun ever shine of her again to brighten up her future?
 niatsu · Wed May 13, 2009 @ 06:45am · 0 Comments |
