She speaks to me fondly of passions and talents, guitars and stars, and them stops short and apologises for speaking at all. All become somewhere in her life, somewhere in her life, someone she loved broke her heart by ignoring her beautiful words and telling her to shut up, keep it down, nobody cares. People aren't born sad. We make them that way.
D. The one thing I miss most about you is your laugh. Your eyes and smile come second. I think you used to like my laugh. Even though it was loud and you had to shush me every now and again. I can still hear your laugh echoing in the memories that still remain. I wonder if you remember mine. T.