Posted: June 25, 2012 by Rachel

I stood there against the wall, my legs crossed at the ankles, my hands clasped behind my back, with a smile plastered on my face, entirely certain that I was fooling no one; that everyone could see right through me.
Surely they could tell how much I was missing my friends and family at that moment. Surely they could tell that behind my tortured smile there were tears brewing.
Moments like this don’t happen often, but when they do they crash through me like a wave, leaving little behind.

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