I dreamt of him last night. The way his blue-grey eyes remind me of the ocean after a storm. And the way they light up when he's happy.
I dreamt of his laugh. How it's either loud and sudden or soft and almost a whisper. But either way he has this golden smile on his face that could outshine the sun.
I dreamt of the way his hand fit perfectly in mine. How it felt when they wiped away my tears.
But I wasn't so lucky. While I dreamt of him.. he dreamt of her. And his hands weren't there to wipe away the tears that fell knowing that.
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K this is really short but I'm not even sorry oops
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