I leaned on his shoulder, feeling magical and melancholic at the same time.
None of us said a word, just staring at the coming and drifting of the waves. Finally, I broke the ice.
"Please don't let me get used to this, I know you'll leave eventually. You always do."
After some time later, I was right.
He was gone again.
And I regretted that I get used to him.
I always do.
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Chained
PoetryI asked you if you love me. You widened the space between your thumb and your index finger, saying, "this much" And then I asked you if you love her. Your silence made me realize that both hands weren't long enough Completed.
