the day after that was hard.
his parents were having a divorce, and he was leaving with his dad.
florida is far from home.
i hadn't seen him in days, despite us living right next to each other, so close that our roofs touched and we could visit each other through the window instead of the door.
it wasn't until one night, when i was sitting on my bed, brushing my hair, that i heard a knock on my window.
and as i opened it and let him inside, i could see that his eyes were red.
he told me he was having a going away party. just his friends, since that was the least his parents could do for him. he asked me if i wanted to come.
i wish i had said no.
but i told him that yes, i would go, despite the fact that i knew a good half of the football players were rude people that always got what they wanted.
we looked into each other's eyes, not a word being said between us. and slowly, we moved in towards each other, and our lips connected.
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شِعرthe day i had become stuck with him was the day the countdown had begun.
