I follow a blog.
The owner of the blog is a woman, a second lady as she calles herself.
The love of her life is taken.
Married.
She writes about their moments.
Stolen glances.
And You can think whatever You want about the things she or he does.
But the way that she write is magic.
She use words like chipped, thin coating of ice or "like when the springs come, or when the lights go on in your stairwell late at night"...
I can read it over and over.
And one part of me wants them to be together, cus if they are...her words will never end.
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