What we had was like a story book. I used to stay up every night until 11:00 waiting for your snapchat. We would talk for hours and hours about nothing and everything. We made no sense but we understood it all. The cute texts, inside jokes, the advise, and deep conversations - it was everything to me. I remember thinking this would never end. But then it did.
11:00
11:05
11:15
11:45
12:00
Nothing.
I don't know what went wrong, why it stopped; no closure. Now its just awkward eye contact in the halls and 'snr' of your shoulder. But why? We were happy, but then it stopped. Maybe we weren't a story book. Maybe we were more like a throw away idea. A half written sentence. No ending.
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uninteresting and not worth your time
شِعرjust all my poetry and thoughts from my page in one along with some extras
