She was thinking what a sad thing it was to only know happiness on a short term basis. She carried that umbrella around all summer, just waiting for that day. She knew it was coming. She just wasn't sure when. Everything up until that point had been happy and good for her broken heart. It was mending. She could feel it. But that same dark cloud that emanated sadness always found a way to break it apart again, piece by piece. It was a forever long process. Forever is such a long word.
She didn't even know what she was waiting for anymore. She thought it was happiness, but it could just as well be pain.
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