She thinks about the one-who-got-away. And what she could’ve she done to
make him stay. She wonders whether it was the right thing to do—to keep
distance, to accept that he isn’t right for her. He makes her laugh and treats
her with respect, she thinks that they hit it off just great. But society
dictates it isn’t right, to take what isn’t yours. She decides she’d find
someone as funny as him, as spontaneous as him, as adorable as him. She heaves
a sigh, closes her eyes, and says good-bye…in her mind. Maybe not quite ready
to say it out loud.
I wonder if she misses him or thinks about him a lot. I wonder if she thinks
of the what-ifs and if she’d been more daring and less considerate. Would
things have been different? I admire her, though, for her integrity and her
self-control. I wish I could tell her she’d meet someone better. But I simply
couldn’t. Because I really do not know.
She flashes her smile. She seems perfectly fine. Everything’s going great
for her. They think her life is dandy.
I wonder how she feels. Really. How she feels without pretension, without
the walls.
She seems very perceptive. But possibly there’s something more to her outer
silence. A battle of heart and mind, perhaps? I wonder if she’ll ever let go of
her pride…and herself.
I often wonder what she’s thinking when she finds herself alone. Sittingly
quietly sipping coffee. I wonder if beneath her facade, she feels the way I
feel, laughs the way I laugh, loves the way I love.
cracked, brutally truncated, edited by violence from: 
http://monochrome_delirious.blogs.friendster.com/delirious_adj_1imbalanced
