isn't it funny how you have this idea in your mind of the exact kind of life you want, and one day, one person, one look... in a matter of seconds can change everything.
it wasn't the way you wore your hair, or those cute little cargo shorts i'd grow to oh-so love. it wasn't the old t shirt or the braces. i had met you once before but this time was the first time i had looked you in the eyes... those wonderfully bittersweet stories their deep copper told. it was like my life flashed before my eyes. i wasn't sure what to call it then but tonight i lay here, in an empty bed, with an empty stomach, and i know now that the fullness i felt was my soul meeting it's other half.
you would say, "they're just plain brown eyes"... what a shit way to describe my favorite thing in the entire world.
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things i wanted to say but never did
Non-Fictiona journal. the title of each chapter is just the prompt. i don't actually know what to call this. pls don't expose who i am unless i say so.
