I know, really, that we weren't in love. I wasn't in love with you. I was in love with your sparkling eyes, and your strong arms, and your warm smile. I was in love with the idea of being with you, of walking by your side, our steps synchronized, our hands intertwined. And you weren't in love with me - I recognize it now. You were in love with this strange American girl, spending the summer in your little French town, with bouncy hair and freckles on her nose. But it was nice. At least, for a little while.
They say youth is wasted on the young. I think we wasted our youth on one another. I gave him everything I am and he returned it with enthusiasm. We poured our hearts out to each other when our hearts were not made to match. Now, my heart is glass, but you can't shatter it. Because it was never really yours.
I originally wrote this as a POV inspired by this playlist - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T0MWXYq1rp8&t=9s
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short original stories
Casualehi there! this is going to be a collection of short stories/scenes I've written that I want to share but aren't enough to be anything on their own. I hope you enjoy :)
