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when I moved in with him, I was looking for a job. i was fresh out of high school and naive as fuck.

i was hoping to make money so I could finally move out of that town. i was hoping to find the love of my life wherever I went. i was hoping to make the cutest most bright eyed children there were and I was hoping to finally be okay with the way my life was working out but of course I met him.

i thought he was my chance at the life I wanted. he played the part and pretended to love the things I loved. once we were practically 'friends' we used to sit on the kitchen counter from 10 at night to 3, eating leftover Chinese food and talking about our plans. I did most of the talking because as I later found out, he had no shot at a future so he never tried to plan. but when I talked he watched me. he stared at me with his blue eyes, the brightest blue I'd ever seen. like crystals and stars swimming in the ocean. and I thought he was falling in love with me.

i wonder if he still lives in that tiny apartment in Brooklyn.

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