Her face was made more beautiful by wisps of hair of which he would brush from her cheek.
She brought her lips to his, then curled them with a mocking smile.
She asked for more, but she wouldn't take what he had to offer.
Who am I to you? No one? Thought so. You don't know me, No one does. That's because I don't stand out in anyway to be noticed. I'm just another face in the fast moving crowd, and I'm getting swept away by the current silence. 010202
"Stop thinking," he said. "You stop thinking I'm thinking about you," she replied.
"You'll never know me well enough to know what it is that I really need," she wanted to say.