trying.

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it was a cold night when i saw you standing under the dimmed streetlight. the sun was setting behind you, creating a picture perfect moment right between your fingers. you never did notice me staring at you which i had considered a blessing, but god didn't hear my screams the night before so why would he listen to me pray to him now?

you licked your lips before your phone buzzed and the screen turned bright. you smiled at it before clicking something. there, you left with that same smug grin on your face.

and i wondered if i would ever see you again. you weren't very cute and you potentially could've been a complete and utter asshole, but i thought maybe if we met again, and this time you actually saw me, a different path for our future would be created on one greeting.

my mother tells me a lot that hearts aren't meant to be given away. they're meant to be kept safe within you, that's why God gave you one in the first place. she cries every time it slips from her thin lips.

i wonder how my father felt when he broke his promise of keeping her vital organ underneath a bulletproof vest and my mind wonders to you; how you would do the same thing.

and i lost complete interest in ever meeting you again.