new beginnings, old friends. [part one] // my 100th post!

I pick up my tray of food, glancing around. I'm new and old. I've been but that's gone. I adjust my notebook under my arm, feeling the light weight of the pen that rests behind me ear. It gets heavier by the second, being weighted down with new feelings and thoughts, phrases and words. I scan the room, breathless, thinking about the words my pen could posses when someone taps my shoulder, and my head whips to the side. He gives me a small, crooked grin. I remember you, I think.

"Want to sit with me?"

Before the word 'no' can roll off my tongue he counters, "It doesn't look like there's any other place to sit, anyway."

I look around. All chairs filled, no empty space. I'll have to write that down when he isn't looking. I sigh inwardly, giving in to him. "Sure, I'll sit with you."

He leads me to the table in the corner, where the small table for two snugly fits. His pulls his stuff off of it, setting his tray down then plopping sharply into his seat. He was always good with the sharp angles. Such vivid movement. I've been trying to recreate the same with my words. He lifts his gaze to meet my eyes, and I quickly take my seat beside him, blushing as I try to keep my focus on my food. I was caught staring.

"...so what brings you back?" He asks quietly, after the silence between has gotten too long.

I shrug, using my fork to play with my food. "I decided I missed it here. But it seems as if I wasn't missed at all."

He shakes his head, setting down his sandwich. "You were missed. Do you know how many sad faces I saw when you left?"

I shrug again.

"I can't even give you a number, that's how many I saw."

I sigh and shake my head.

"But the one I saw the most," he starts softly, "was the one I looked at in the mirror, everyday."

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Well, as the title says it all. This is my 100th post! *whoops and cheers* I can't believe it. Over 100 posts. And you can say I've definitely improved since my first post. [no link, because we don't need to see the difference. you'll just have to take my word for it... :]

It's mind blowing, really. One hundred posts. Thirty-eight beautiful followers. Over five thousand pageviews. I've accomplished so much. :) And It's all thanks to you guys. I probably wouldn't be posting at all, if it weren't for your great support. You guys are amazing. Thank you so much for continuing to read my posts and visit my blog. I love you all so much. <3

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