I wanted to move on.
I wanted to be able to love someone I could be with.
I wanted to kiss someone without worrying about someone going to jail.
I wanted to actually not just fantasize about my future with a boy but make it a reality. But every time I do, it's still him.
It's his face when I look into other guys.
It's his hands that I'm holding.
It's his lips that I'm kissing.
I used to think it was a sign.
A sign that was showing me, he was my meant-to-be.
But, now I realize.
Even if it is meant-to-be, it can never be.
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