this is your life.

a while ago, he told her: life isn't ever going to be like a movie, why can't you understand that?

she will always hold a secret hope in her heart that someday, she will find the perfect life.

he doesn't return her calls anymore.

she buries herself in distractions, books, the television, technology. short and meaningless conversations. she dreams of light streaming through her eyelashes, making shadows of cliff faces, sun-burst bright behind the hair of a man's head, making a shadow of his face, knowing that there is laughter.