Four people sit at a table. They know each other well, and the conversation flows with ease and laughter. They are celebrating the life in each of them.
One person misses her friends so much she can barely tolerate her own mere existence. Her home is far away, her family is untouchable, and things mock her as they mirror what she knows.
Another person, a man, is conflicted. Does he love her or is he in love with her? She is too young and too distant but when she reads his letter, maybe she will know. He needs to know if there is hope, because he can’t cling to what can never be. Yet he will always be an optimist, meaning that he may always be alone.
She is the loudest of them all, but that is because she doesn’t know how to “play it cool.” She wants to be liked by these people, but she may be causing the opposite effect. She always does this: she laughs too hard, or her facial expressions are too much. Everything is too… too… too…
Finally the one who must be the belle of the ball. She keeps everyone on his or her toes with her charm, and the other three people see what she is. Beautiful. Funny. Captivating. She sees what lies within herself however. Underneath the frail surface of her skin are different adjectives: Insecure. Bashful. Scared.
Four people sit at a table. They know each other well, and the conversation flows with ease and laughter. They are celebrating that life is still in each of them.
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