I silently sit and take a sip from my mug,
listening to you talk about your day. I notice how your eyes change as
you talk. A faraway look that tells me you took the plunge.
Recollecting, reminiscing... The only time the spell breaks is when you
notice she isn't listening. She who has not bothered to give you a
second glance for the last five minutes.
Why did you stop? I
was listening. I did. I knew every single detail... how each word was
strung as they fell smoothly from your mouth. Did she notice how your
eyes sparkled? Did she?
But you didn't mind if she didn't.
You stopped. And I take another sip.
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