~Eighty Seven~

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I don't know why I'm writing this one. 
There's no reason why. 
I just really miss this guy. 

I haven't seen him in ages, 
years even, 
but we used to be so close. 
So so close. 

People mistook me as his sister, 
but I don't  think  we ever felt that way. 

Our parents would joke around, 
saying we would get engaged, 
back then I thought it was ridiculous, 
I mean I was 8. 

I haven't seen him since that one faithful day, 
where apparently he decided, 
he had a 
C
R
U
S
H

And it felt great. 
Because I felt the same way. 

But then he disappeared, 
We haven't spoken since, 
He crosses my mind, 
A lot more than he should. 

And sometimes I wonder, 
Do I cross his?
Does he think of the girl of his childhood?
The one who slept beside him, 
when we were innocent kids?
Does he remember me?

Sometimes I don't know if I remember what he looks like,
not really. 

Just the basics, 
but I know for a fact that even at 8, 
I knew that he,
had quite the face. 

But that's not what I liked, 
well maybe a bit, 
but what I truly liked,
was that he was him. 

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