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Tugging at the Heartstrings
She was a piece of the past brought back into the present.
It has always been her, you think. Her luminous blue eyes, her wavy blond hair, the smile brushed across her lovely lips — oh, she’s the prize you’ve had your eyes set on since the beginning.
It was just such a shame that she didn’t realize it herself at the time.
School days filled with obligations turned into nights under the stars. You pretended to have a good time with your friends in one of their beat-up pickup trucks, but sometimes you’d catch yourself looking up at the sky and pondering the meaning of life. Everything seemed so far away — so impossible to grasp — and in moments like these you also thought of her. You’d think of what might happen if she were here beside you, close enough for you to grasp her hand. What, oh, what would happen then?
But you went through the motions. You laughed along with stupid jokes. You pretended to be someone you weren’t. It was just another game of adolescence, really.
You’d see her in town. Sometimes you smiled. Most times she just seemed to ignore you as if you were nothing more than a passing ghost in her life. Always, always, it was this way — and you didn’t know how to break free of the shell.
