I hope you have not noticed me staring at you from the backseat. I wish you were listening to your favorite song as I admire how your red ears and soft hair peek through the car seat. I feel the waves crashing inside me, storming themselves as I long to be beside you again after several years of waiting for this very moment to come.
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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.
