Saying I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It's not that I want you
Not to say but if you only knew
How easy, it would be to show me how you feel
More than words is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn't have to say
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ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ?
✤
Apparently god knows things. Walking aimlessly while listening to NotthedoctorbyAlanisMorissette, I get to a little traveling bookshop.
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Best part of this trip because by far I swear, I'm living a Ferris Bueller's day off—minus the Ferrari
I pulled out my Walkman and start looking for some books, fingers grazing the spines until I spot the Dead Poets Society and went to grab it when suddenly, my oh-so-great day gets ruined — just for five seconds though, you'll see why.
"COULD YOU BLOODY WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, DIPSTICK"
Hot coffee. White shirt. Instant regret.
A total turnip just spilled his hot coffee all over my brand-new white t-shirt.
...Okay
Not new, but I really liked that shirt, and the stain is going to take forever to clean. A man was sprawled on the floor, his paper cup now a murder scene of caffeine.
"OH I COULD SAY THE SAME ABOUT YOU MISS! LOOK AT MY COFFEE —RUINED! AND THERE 'S NO NEED FOR THAT LANGUAGE"
He yells while getting up from the floor dusting the dirt out of his clothes.
" No NEED—?! YOU JUST BAPTIZED ME IN LATTE!"
He cuts me off. What in the bloody hell.
"Didi?"
That name really knocked me for six.
"Pardon?" I look up to face someone I thought I'd never see again
