One Day
A boy met a girl. She seemed very familiar, not to the point of being strange or creepy. She did like to stare at him, which he found a bit odd. But it wasn’t a serious problem.
The boy spoke to the girl, “You’ve been watching me for awhile now.”
She smiled and nodded, “Of course, for a very long time.”
He shrugged, pondered and moved on.
The boy enjoyed the company of the girl. “I feel like I have known you my whole life.”
She grinned and laughed, “What a terrible pick-up line.”
He laughed at the purposefully misread intention.
The boy grew to be friends with the girl, “I always wondered why you sought me out.”
She thought and smiled, “I’m just curious.”
He looked quizzically, but moved on.
The boy grew close to the girl, “So what is it that you are curious about?”
She laughed and laughed, “About when you will figure it all out.”
He looked confused, but had to go.
The boy was intrigued by the girl, “Will you tell me what I’m figuring out?”
She shook her head and giggled, “That would ruin the surprise.”
The boy decided he would go sleep on her words.
He awoke the next day and realized what it was. He had been talking to the mirror all along.
One Day
A girl met herself.
And now she is free.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
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