I believed you when you said you'd wait for me. I really
did. We were so close. My eyes are glossy, like tears
would spill out any second. Your warm, teak wood eyes
softened when a tear slipped down my cheek. You wiped
it away, and in that moment, in the silence, we understood.
We accepted that we would never be each other's one hundred
percent—we'd never be enough.
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Beautiful Little Thoughts
Short StoryMostly poems, but a few thoughts I wanted to write down. :) NOTE: My free time is limited, but I'll do my best to add a few poems every so often.
