Manga girl <<<This describes me perfectly. I'll really want to talk about something and someone will walk up and ask me if I'm okay. I'll say "Yea" while thinking "Like I'd ever tell you!". Why do I do this to myself?
Didn't I tell you I let you go.. but somehow I always wait for you. These eyes keep looking for your figure, these ears are expecting your voice .. These hands want to touch you .. this heart still miss you.
"I want my mommy," Elie whispered, her voice cracking. Then the tears spilled. They ran down her face, dripped from her nose, settled on her lips as her body shook with fright and loneliness. "I know," I replied. All I could do to comfort her was to hold her closer, rest my nose in her curly hair and whisper, "I do, too."