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Aaradhya felt her blood boil when she heard the new single from her so called 'walking green flag' ex, Atharva fucking Moorthi.
She swears— if she finds him somewhere ever again, he would be six feet below the ground
The memories of him and her together rushed back into her mind, as she started playing her piano.
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow And I left my scarf there at your sister's house And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
She so remembers his soft laugh and dirty jokes, she remembers their passionate kisses which always had a hint of something more.
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze We're singin' in the car, getting lost upstate Autumn leaves fallin' down like pieces into place And I can picture it after all these days
They started dating way before the media knew, connected over Taylor Swift. They always played her and shouted her lyrics in their car— they were young and reckless, having no care about the future.
And I know it's long gone and That magic's not here no more And I might be okay, but I'm not fine at all Oh, oh, oh
Everything was going the way it should— oh lord, she thought she was love. Until Aaradhya found Atharva in a room with some other girl, interrupting their intimate moment.
'Causе there we arе again on that little town street You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me Wind in my hair, I was there I remember it all too well
But— how could the guy who promised to be with her forever would be disloyal? How could the boy who couldn't take eyes off her had an eye on someone else?
Photo album on the counter Your cheeks were turnin' red You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed And your mother's tellin' stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team You taught me 'bout your past thinkin' your future was me
Aaradhya thought she knew every inch of him— from a butterfly tattoo in his hips and an almost heart shaped mole in his inner thigh.
And you were tossing me the car keys Fuck The Patriarchy keychain on the ground We were always skippin' town And I was thinkin' on the drive down: Any time now He's gonna say it's love You never called it what it was
She then remembered how he never termed their relationship, how he never called her his 'love.' Never introduced her to his friends, she always was the one who was doing everything in their relationship.
