Maybe that is why
I push everyone away
He awoke to the chirp of morning birds above him. The morning air chilled him to the bone, but he had learned to bear with that since he was a kid. Instead, he sat on his rooftop with crossed legs, watching the sky.
It was pretty—the fading grays replaced by starfish orange, with some rosy blush to it, as if it had just finished a refreshing slumber too.
The sky looked happy.
Why wasn’t he?
That was a stupid question—he knew.
He had always known why.
She was not here anymore.
She left.
But then as a tear streamed down his cheek, he sighed and corrected himself.
She would come back… one day.
She promised, anyway.
and maybe that’s why
i’m so guarded
but I don’t think
i can even touch it
without love
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Tearing Paper
RomanceThere's this girl. She spends every day tearing paper, as if nothing she writes ever makes sense. There's this guy. He spends every day watching her, although he knows he isn't ready to love again. When he finally dares himself to make a move, they...
