What were we anyway?
We used to flirt a lot. We used to get along really well. We were meant for each other, and we both knew it. We could have never written our love story though, that is why I am writing it now.
Sometimes I like to think that we were tragic lovers, a forbidden love; we were impossible, and that is why things did not work out between us. Unfortunately, that is not our truth; it is my truth, but not yours, not ours. I like the sound of the word "our" as if we had ever been an "us" as if we have history.
People say that we accept the love we think we deserve, and maybe that is true. Perhaps I needed to learn how to love myself first before trying someone else to do it.
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The magic of flirting in the rain
RomanceI remember how into you I was, and it hurts. I swear that it still hurts. I guess I will never know why we are all so vulnerable when we fall for someone. I would like to say that the rain ruined our first date that day, but that is not the truth. A...
