even though you never had a chance with the beautiful boy that seemed enamored with you, i appreciate you trying. he was too young, too in love with a million things. he could never quite be devoted to you, not nearly enough with the dandelions lining the brooklyn bridge and the sky's shy colors. and you were much too in love with him, yet the universe grabbed your throat while you were walking together, and he didn't notice when you weren't beside him anymore, because he was too busy looking at the stars, the flowers, everything but you.
xx
if i could fly,
s xo
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