He sits by the corner, looking at her.
Her movements; so graceful,
Every words she speaks; so articulate and intellectually stimulating,
The way she licks her lips every time after she takes a bite into her food;
The way she crosses her legs and picks up her phone with a gentle hello;
Everything so soothing, so pleasing, as if she is an angel that never belongs to this world.
He sits by the corner, looking at her.
Disgusted by every movements she makes,
Every words she speaks; argumentative, challenging and opposing all of his ideas,
The way she licks her lips in a failed attempt to look sexy;
The way she turns on her fake intonation and wanna-be slang when she picks up her phone;
Everything so annoying, so unappealing, as if she is the one thing he wants to rid off in this world.
He did not change; she did not change,
Their remaining unchanged lost to the changes embossed by time.
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