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She sits at home at night and she wonders what it's like to not cry. She remembers what it was like to be happy, to not feel alone. Sadly, that was a long time ago.
She picks up the phone and dials his phone number, but she never hits send. It looks as though it's going to be another night where she thinks about what she could say, but she never gives herself the chance to.
Her friend's comments echo in her mind, "You two are not using your heads to well. You two think you are in love, and that is okay, but you to have no clue what love really is. No one does at you age. That is why you have so much time ahead of you, and the young recover from mistakes a lot easier that the older. This is where the wiser should come into play."
She just doesn't understand, all she understands is the pain he left behind.
She picks up the phone and dials his phone number, but she never hits send. It looks as though it's going to be another night where she thinks about what she could say, but she never gives herself the chance to.
Her friend's comments echo in her mind, "You two are not using your heads to well. You two think you are in love, and that is okay, but you to have no clue what love really is. No one does at you age. That is why you have so much time ahead of you, and the young recover from mistakes a lot easier that the older. This is where the wiser should come into play."
She just doesn't understand, all she understands is the pain he left behind.