I visited the place where I first called you beautiful today, Dove.
No disguised feelings. No torn hearts. I caressed your face, and let words I never thought I'd get to say slip through my lips.
Oh, and I remember the way you looked at me.
That look I love, from the eyes I adore.
Like I was the most important thing in the world.
You'll never look at me that way again, will you?
I wore the same shirt from that night, too.
I wonder if the shirt had missed that place.
I wonder if it misses you.
There was an empty chair next to me that could have sat you.
I wonder if it missed you like I did.
Like I do.
You, you, you.
You'll... never look at me that way again, will you.
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Stories, Poems, and Dreams
Historia CortaWelcome to this little book! This is gonna be some of my better small works - poetry and short stories, for the most part, with the occasional dream that I actually end up remembering mixed in. So, sit back, relax, and prepare for a bit of angst! MI...
