she told me that she was in love with me for a week.
she said i was one of those kinds of girls.
'no way,' i said with a smirk on my face.
'yes way,' she said back and pushed at my arm with her hand.
i laughed and looked away, and when i looked back i could see sadness collecting at the corners of her mouth like so many laugh lines.
'you were in love with me,' i said, feeling for the spot where her fingers had touched me.
'sometimes,' she said, 'you make me think i still am.'
