a certain silence , awkward silence .
the kind when an under aged girl goes for a pregnancy test,
when her man turns his back on her, the deafening silence .
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it was bullied silence, victimizing .
the silence that followed, anything could happen
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void filled that room, he sat by her side....holding her hand;firmly as if he was assuring her
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positive,and some more silence seeped in, in her tears, in the hug
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it was frightening for him, his compulsively verbalizing woman
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soon, the catastropic silence, disrupting silence ; it ended !
i repeated from the book - “The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that's what you've given me. That's what I'd hoped to give you forever”
― Nicholas Sparks
and he, pretty witty,pretty mart; repeated -
“In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry I cry and when you hurt I hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods to tears and despair and make it through the potholed street of life”
― Nicholas Sparks
the kind when an under aged girl goes for a pregnancy test,
when her man turns his back on her, the deafening silence .
>
>
>
it was bullied silence, victimizing .
the silence that followed, anything could happen
>
>
>
void filled that room, he sat by her side....holding her hand;firmly as if he was assuring her
>
>
>
positive,and some more silence seeped in, in her tears, in the hug
>
>
>
it was frightening for him, his compulsively verbalizing woman
>
>
>
soon, the catastropic silence, disrupting silence ; it ended !
i repeated from the book - “The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that's what you've given me. That's what I'd hoped to give you forever”
― Nicholas Sparks
and he, pretty witty,pretty mart; repeated -
“In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry I cry and when you hurt I hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods to tears and despair and make it through the potholed street of life”
― Nicholas Sparks
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