I hate how it felt to be so madly in love in a dream where everything pleases you. I hate how I still remember the way you wrapped your arms around my shoulders and tugged me as you take the first few steps into the narrow corridor. I hate how love felt like balanced rocks that stood up the rules of gravity and force. I hate how I can still remember the way your lips curve when I cracked a joke that you didn't find so funny. I hate how everything felt so real in a dream. I hate how I woke up and suddenly lost everything.
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Events
PoetryA series of events that explores three stages of unrequited love. Written by my younger self. This has nothing to do with me now.
