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by eratosdiary

by eratosdiary

dear jack,

it's 4 am, and you haven't left my mind but i'm more than sure i haven't even crossed yours.

it's weird how things change so quickly.

it seems like it was yesterday that we were both arguing about what the best part of an oreo was.

we were careless, careless teenagers, who'd rather sit on your roof beneath the iridescent stars than be out smoking like our friends did at the time.

who'd rather lay on my queen sized bed on top of the cloudy white duvet listening to those two bands you were obsessed with than be partying and getting drunk.

i see your face but i just don't know you.

yeah, the picture's there but it's not quite focused.

and i know it won't but i'm still here hoping.

that it gets better.

i smoked two cigarettes and i don't even smoke.

now the sun's coming up and i'm halfway sober.

the memories of you slowly coming back.

i never thought that i'd find something to give me that exhilarating feeling you gave me.

but i did.

though you made me promise to have my first drink with you,

i'm glad i did it without you.

tired,

aubrey.

(P.S.: i can't believe i quoted a song)