Excerpts of stories i'll never write

#73

I wasn't prepared for this. I hadn't prepared myself mentally or emotionally for seeing you again. Actually really seeing you. The moment our eyes met I recalled every memory of us to my mind. They all broke my heart, even the great ones. I told everyone I was fine, merely that my eyes water when I'm sick. I lied. Even to myself. I don't hate you. I could never hate you.