One day I tell myself, I'll enjoy the
sunrise and enjoy its warmth as it skids across my skin. My eyes will be full of endless love and dreams. I'll wake up drunk on the idea of happiness, I'll yawn and stretch releasing a soft moan of pleasure. Each moment will be just utter happiness. Not today. Today I awake with the burden of heartbreak. I yearn for your touch, my fingers burn as they search for your face. My throat tightens at the thought of your lips gently pressed on mine. I pound on my chest, as if the simple act would get rid of him. I realize then that I love him in ways no one could understand. Yet, I know he never did. When will I wake up. I don't know but, I will eventually.
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One day.
Teen FictionIts been 3 months no maybe 7 months, no a year. 4 years, Im still in love with him. It's pathetic.
