They never spoke.
Because she wore leather jackets and chokers with winged liner and dark lipstick one day, and then loose floral dresses and dainty rings with nude eyeshadow and pink lipgloss the next.
Because he wore plain jeans and plain t-shirts with athletic sneakers for show and his hair messy. Everyday.
Because she never had a serious relationship.
Because he had only had serious relationships.
Because she would never stay in one place too long.
Because he planned on staying in that town he grew up in for the rest of his life.
Because their paths never crossed.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
