November 10th
It was a year ago I started this.
I opened it.
Remember that cry I told you about? All stormy and uneven?
I didn't do that cry.
This was that cry when you lie still, the floor cold underneath you, and you freeze. Tears run silently down to your collarbones, and they burn, like acid on skin. So many tears, your breathe never falters and this incredible ache starts in your heart and travels through your veins
Hey,
I think your hair is cute,
xo
It was so perfectly innocent, and so, him.
He either wrote this and it got lost in his backpack or he kept it in his back pocket and lost his nerve.
I fell in love with him being human.
It was more then a platonic love, yet not the love of lovers. It was the love of one soul finding solace in another's.
And, that brutal wretch called life likes to screw up our plans, but let me tell you, do not get so distracted by human beauty that you miss human beauty.
There is beauty in the way the barista hands you your coffee, or when a stranger smiles at you.
Observe this life.
And I was just lucky enough to find a boy who was human beauty.
the end.
YOU ARE READING
A brilliant case of skinny love
Short StoryThis is the story of us. The ups and downs, curves and edges. But it's a different story then what I've ever read, because you see, I've never met you. And we won't fall in love and we won't share a kiss and you won't hold me when I cry.
