A note from me to you :
I hate how I walked into the reserve oblivious of your existence. You were a nobody. I wish it had stayed that way.
I hate how your smile hit me as hard as it did. I hate how your eyes did too; it isn't fair. The colour of them is common, but they stand out on you.
I hate how I didn't do anything to connect with you afterwards. Maybe if I had, I wouldn't be here right now. I'd be somewhere else and maybe you'd be with me.
I hate your girlfriend because she's everything I could've been. I realise that now because I failed to realise it earlier, when I might've had a shot.
I hate myself for procrastinating it and thinking I'd have all the time in the world. Any chance of me and you at that moment disappeared.
I hate you for the hope you've given me. It makes me believe that maybe, if time and patience subdues what is of you and me right now, we can be something more than just eye contact and shared smiles.
— R.
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Memorabilia
Random"You showed me colours you know I can't see with anyone else" (this isn't a story i just made this so it wouldn't take up storage in my notes x)
