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He must mean something...
Hair frizzy, eyeliner smeared
She awoke suddenly as if an alarm was going off in her head.
The sun was pushing and seeping through the blinds, screaming how nice it was outside.
But in her mind it was dark and cloudy.. and began to rain.
It poured down like the tears rolling off her face.
The memories of the night before flood inside even though she tried like crazy to hold them back.
Disappearing behind the beautiful sun, her memories and rain fade away.
There he was, all by himself in the abyss of her mind.
Standing all perfect-like with a certain glow.
She smiled and then for the first time that morning heard chirping birds outside the window.
Slowly, but surely and happily she stepped out of bed and gazed in the mirror.
A laugh arose from her chest and so did a large, sarcastic smile
As she yelled aloud “Good morning world! Good morning beautiful!”
That must mean something, right?
He is the only one in the world who can make her feel gorgeous before he even sees or talks to her.
He must mean something then, right?