As she talked to him today, she coouldn’t stop thinking.

What else is he looking for..?

What’s happines when it only appears at the end of the day?

What is caring when he actually never wanted to even listen to her anymore..?

Where is the joy of not doing something whole heartedly?

What is love when it’s only being passed on as words? They’re merely words..

What and why..

*I wish I could come up with some sort of an ode to  her, but I failed..

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