holly ward, i didn't forget you
fifteen, it must have been me standing there, drawn out breaths and weary as anything ever that was and walked, a smile creeping out and holly sat there, laughing at the icicles, leaning back easy in her school-desk chair, her a girl of sixteen, seventeen � the antithesis of anything anyone would want and yet, how finely she shined, how nicely the world swept out around her, breaking it�s back over her desire each and every, wasn�t a boy in town, didn�t crave her daily. and why not? she was amazing as solar flares. So a few years I sat behind her in this class or that, staring at the punk-rock patches on her backpack and smiling because a girl like her was and knowing that there wasn�t much else on earth better than that to smile about.
2004-12-23 | 2:56 p.m.
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