I knew our story would not have a happy ending — or a beginning, rather, as we both seemed reluctant to starting.
That's what I want to believe. I want to believe that you were the one pushing away, and then I pushed away, and then you pushed away, then I did once more. Although, obviously, I know this will never be the case and never has been.
Once upon a time, we bumped into each other one too many times: we talked in one place, but didn't even know each other in the other; we laughed and giggled walking home, but never even knew each other's names in class; we took care in walking each other home every odd day, then denied ever being friends.
You never thought we were friends. You were only being polite. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I caught feelings. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't know I would curse myself into thinking we could ever be more than strangers. I thought we could be friends. You were only being polite.
I always repeat myself.
YOU ARE READING
Imagine
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