november 16, 1996.
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we were tracing each other's initials onto the frosted windowpane of your mother's car window.
you told me my hair was the color of a honeybee's
and the nickname stuck.
i drew a map of my heart and showed you
the place where you took up
three-quarters of it.
i told you everything, starting with
how you tore my walls
down,
and ending with that feeling of bliss inside
when you looked at me
with indigo eyes.
you kissed me with open,
salty lips
and it was bittersweet.
silence, then three stupid words were
whispered without meaning.
"i love you."
i wasn't expecting such an abrupt confession
from the boy in the backseat
who'd stolen my heart.
and i couldn't believe you.
YOU ARE READING
Let Her Go
Romance❝ he told her the story about how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night just to let her breathe. ❞ {memoirs from a girl who didn't realize how much he cared until it was too late.}
