My plan was simple: I would see no more of her.
I was taking a break. At this point, it was only option. Whenever I was with her, it was impossible not to fall in love all over again.
She was going to Europe that June. I wouldn't see her for a while.
And the more I thought about her, the more frustrated I became. She never seemed to want to be with me during the school year, and now she would get her wish.
She killed the friendship.
So I wouldn't do anything for her. I wouldn't write a poem for her, I would write a poem about her.
I didn't care what she did. If Eric liked her, I would just shrug my shoulders. If Nathan came back, it wouldn't matter to me.
I was doing the impossible.
I was moving on.
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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...
