i thought i'd never look into your eyes again except on pictures.
but on that day, i did.
that light, reddish, soulful brown, one of the most beautiful colors i've ever seen.
and i almost couldn't believe it when your eyes, your face, your whole being lit up at the sight of me. you were beaming, you seemed so happy to see me. and my heart almost exploded upon the sight of your honest smile, the same happy smile you wear on that one photo i look at every now and then.
and you were cheering and calling my name and i felt so, so happy.
but then why did you not text me back? that evening, when i texted you, why didn't you care anymore?
and why the hell did you look straight through me when i saw you again on saturday, right after the pride parade?
i miss you. and i don't know how to tell you because we haven't spoken in two fucking years.
i know i'm not the kind of person you spend your time with. i know you like being around punks, people who look like you and talk like you, people who smoke weed, drink straight vodka and seem to be throwing their lives away for a few more hours in the park.
and i know that's not me, because i look different and i am different, in a way. i have plans, i have different people around me, i don't smoke and drink, i do have a future.
but i miss everything. you, the days, the nights, us.
and i hate myself for not telling you.
but i guess it's too late now.
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