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 goes out and has a blast. She’s even seeing someone new. The guy looks great, gets along just fine, he seems to think that she’s just perfect. That she has everything figured out. The look in his eyes say it all: he’s falling for her.
I wonder if she feels the same way. If she’ll ever fall for him. 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.
She’s got her plans, her BIG plans. She’s on her way to success.
I wonder if that’s what she really wants or even more if it’s enough.
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 we feel, laughs the way we laugh, loves the way we love.
With the look on her face, I wonder what she’s thinking.
From Marga… (i just like the way she wrote…)