Monday, 29 September 2008

Break the ice

I can see the look on his face. He wants to leave already. He's only just got here. I want to go over to him and say "get some guts, get up and dance", but I know he'll hate me for that. He'll deny he wants to go, then moments late he'll be gone. I know that feeling, it's like the moments before you let go and jump off the cliff. The anticipation, the build up, it's worse than the pain itself. I can't talk to him. I can't do it either. I guess we both have our limits.

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