I see the way he looks at her, it's simplistic but the way his smile twists is enough to tell a story. The story you can read on the curves of his lips is yet untold but if you just looked at him long enough you'd see every slim slit of glass fall into what was a broken mirror, the story of a fixation on how she changed him. Not the kind of change that makes people go wild in a way that is undefined. But his broken smile was turned into the perfect grin, she did that just by loving him.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC
I see the way he looks at her, it's simplistic but the way his smile twists is enough to tell a story. The story you can read on the curves of his lips is yet untold but if you just looked at him long enough you'd see every slim slit of glass fall into what was a broken mirror, the story of a fixation on how she changed him. Not the kind of change that makes people go wild in a way that is undefined. But his broken smile was turned into the perfect grin, she did that just by loving him.
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