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It's been nearly two years since I met him.
Two years since we've grown close to each other. Moments after Kai had used that god-awful pick up line, we both failed to contain our laughters. I'm not too sure of the subject of our conversation from that night, but I do remember him walking away. I wanted him to turn around; I wanted him to stay.
But I couldn't,
he couldn't,
he wouldn't.
His friends awaits him and the blonde draped in little to no clothing anticipated for his return. Ever since that night, it was as if we made an unspeakable pact to meet each other every Tuesday night at the same run-down bar, and at the same time. Our weekly gathering became more frequent until eventually we exchanged numbers and saw each other in the daylight. Just when I thought his features couldn't be more prominent, I was wrong. He glistened under the lights, aware of all the stares he's receiving.
Including mine.
He knew.
He knew of my feelings.
But he couldn't love me.
He won't love me.
For I am nothing more than open arms, ready to take him in whenever he needed me.
I am nothing more than a friend.
I am nothing more than bed.
I am nothing.
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RomanceHe held my world in the palm of his hands while I was nothing but a mere body he would turn to at his own convenience. This is a story about a girl who had far too much to give, and a guy who gave far too little. © Copyrighted Mater...
