"she belonged to me," he said simply. "she was, you know, all the things i wasn't. and i was all the things she wasn't. she could paint circles around anyone; i can't even draw a straight line. she was never into sports; i've always been." he lifted his outstreched palm and curled his fingers. "her hand," he said, "it fit mine."
2 comments:
i love that quote..i might have to steal it, if that's okay.
of course :)
i didnt write it i jsut found it
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