twenty-eight (of 365)
Guard your heart, she told me, her eyes drifting towards the window. I wondered what she was seeing. Was she remembering something from her past or was she just avoiding my eyes, worried that I would see how much pain was behind them? I wondered who she had loved, how she had been loved, and what led her to be so guarded.
I remembered a quote from a bookmark an old friend gave me: love like you’ve never been hurt before. I considered saying it, maybe adding a bit of optimism to the conversation, but I stopped myself. It felt wrong to say something I didn’t believe. I let her words hang in the air a little longer, the silence connecting us and making us closer.
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