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cafuné
running your fingers through the hair of someone you love
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What about a summer job?
A summer source of distraction in the house because your mom was babbling about you not graduating?
As the pieces started to resurface, getting closer, my aunt snapped her fingers in front of my face.
"Get your work done properly, Antheia. Your mum is working 24/4 in a week, and you're here spacing out. How could I give you your wage thourougly?" She blabbered. You could both identify them as sisters because from the looks of it, they're both chatterboxes.
I turned the whole music on and the people here at the diner were amused. They loved pop punk music, and Pharell Williams' Freedom and Happy were giving them feels.
As the diner became very hectic and crowded, I went out. I ran at the back exit and pushed through and got at the front of the shore.
I put my note and ballpen to the white fence and disentangled the rubber band on my hair. As soon as I unsnarled them, a gust of wind came whishing and it almost hurled me.
As soon as I was close to being flown, two hands got my waist. It sparked a tissue, a fibrillation, a goddamn vibration that made me quiver.
I intended to look back, but before I do so, he hugged me. Completely flabbergasted, he hugged me firmly, his rigid arms were smooth like before, and I have nothing but just melancholy.
He unintentionally moved to kiss me, but I reverted. I walked back, but he held my hand.
"I want you to be my world. I want you to stop me—stop me from this delusions and make it real. I know we tried this but I fucked up." He begged, kneeling from the ground.
He stood, his eyes were obviously longing, desperation.
"I gave you so many chances, Dave. And the worse was question you, was I enough? I suffered half a year, and until now, I still miss you, but I think this tragedy will only last long and I will forget you." I said. Nothing but pure emotions and honesty.
I bid goodbye and he chased me. He tapped my shoulder and he uttered, "Please don't fall in love with someone new."
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Lovesick
PoetryWhat's a heart wrenching love story without those what ifs and words left unsaid?