Every day we would talk about her vacation and life in general. Every day, she would send the most beautiful pictures of her in the most beautiful places.
"I love the sunset in the background," I told her. Although I didn't lie, it wasn't the only thing I was admiring.
The only problem was when she got back, I was going on yet another trip a few days later, this time heading to the Big Apple.
I still kept up my friendship with Gavin, Jason, Emilia, and most of my other friends by calling and texting them once in a while, but summer definitely made it more difficult to keep up with friends.
Those three days where I had a chance to see her flew by, and before I knew it, I was staring at the New York City skyline through a plane window.
The trip lasted five days, and somehow my family managed to squeeze in nonstop fun and discovery in each day.
One day, we were heading back to the hotel when my parents spotted a play going on. I hated musicals, and to make it worse, I knew immediately which play it was.
"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?"
Juliet's voice carried through the park and circled around my head, taunting me in the process.
I missed my Juliet. Romeo and I, both searching for the surreal power that is love.
My parents made me sit through the entire play, and it was like having a knife repeatedly grazing your skin.
It would heal in good time.
For now, I had to endure the harsh reality of being detached.
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the sky is blue
RomanceIt was her. She did this to me, yet it wasn't her fault. She was being her, and I was being me. The grass was green. The sky was blue. Everything seemed normal. ~copyright @Writer_By_Life (all rights reserved)~ ~style intended~ (unedited and u...
