And that's how the three years of my life ended: with a wave.
I thought he would stay. It was the most cliché thing that's ever happened to me.
It was raining so hard when he left. He didn't even look back as he biked away. His familiar grey shirt faded into the distance. And I was left with an emptiness.
After almost four years of loving this guy, suddenly, there's a stranger in front of me and though I recognized that crewcut hair and that voice, I didn't recognize how he looked at me.
He looked at me as if I wasn't there anymore. To him, I was also just a mere stranger and not the girl he used to lavish with his kisses. He was different. I was different. The seven months between us changed us. And I wished it could hurt me more but when I thought of all our memories together, it felt like I was looking through a rose-tainted glass. It wasn't me. I didn't recognize myself. No, it wasn't me anymore.
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What Love Used To Look Like
Poetry"What Love Used To Look Like" is a collection of short prose, poems, and contemplations about love, hurt, disappointments, and brokenness anyone experiences or has experienced at least once in their short lives. The collection intends to show the di...
