-can i ask you something?
-sure.
-they say true love lasts lifetimes. do you believe it?
(my thoughts fly to you. i hate it and i wish it didn't but i'm used to it. you are expected. welcome back.)
Instead i say:
-i'm the wrong person to ask.
-i think love is an illusion. it exists only to keep us sane.
(they don't know that 4 years has passed already and that i stay up at night trying to remember the last thing we said to each other, the exact hue of your eyes and the way you walked and the sound of your laugh. they don't know that as each year trickles by you fade, a ghost, and that i'm terrified of the day i forget you entirely. absolutely terrified.)
Instead i say:
-maybe.
-or maybe it's simply for our survival. to ensure that we live on.
-romeo and juliet would disagree.
(I don't say that every time those old yellow buses pass by i think of you, or that every time i see a caprisun or fruit punch i remember that day on the bench at school where we ate pizza and sat so close our knees touched, that every part of me burned; probably the last clear memory i have of you before you disappeared.)
(i don't think love is fake but it's certainly the one thing that is breaking me.)
-if you ever fall in love, would you tell me how it feels?
-if i could find the words.
(you exists only in my memory now.
please, stay as long as you can.)
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Stories i will never write
Short StorySome stories that I've never finished or never felt like anything else had to be added. I didn't want them to rot in my drafts so here they are for you. These shorts could be in any perspective: male, female, maybe even animals. They may be in eithe...
