Memoir.

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"You're going to wake up one day and realize that you're too good for me. And then you're going to leave and I can't deal with that." she said.

She stood up from her bed and stretched out her arm, handing me a notebook. "You know what I do on my spare time?"

"I write poems about you. About us. And it scares the shit out of me. You know why?"

I kept mum, not knowing what to say.

"Because these poems will turn into memories after you leave. A sad reminder of those times we shared together."

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅? | ✅ Where stories live. Discover now