it was the day of my promotion and i texted you saying if you were going to come and you said i think and my heart felt like it got sliced into fourths.
i texted you back saying i think? and you simply left me on read.
i texted you again and i said if you were seriously coming and you said at what time is it and i answered at 5:30 and i smiled because that meant that you were coming.
when i was at promotion, i tried looking for a head with messy black hair, but i never spotted the one i was truly searching for.
i ran to my mom and asked if you came and she shook her head.
everytime i would see you and you would lock your gaze on me, i would pretend i didn't see you.
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the eighteen year old guy #wattys2016
Storie brevidedicated to the guy that was five years older than me. accomplishments #374 in short story 082716
