she used to skip class and meet me in the library

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hey uh, there are lots of things we never talked about. i get sad when things don't clear themselves up, so do you wanna meet me at the cafe?

(doesn't matter which one.)

i'm not sure if you hate me, or how badly i hurt you.

(thinking i hurt you makes me feel vain.)

how badly did i hurt you? i can't help but think i didn't.

(its hard for me to believe that i would hurt anyone.)

i know you write stories. you told me one time.

(was i just something to cross off your bucket list?)

we were sitting across from each other and i moved in to sit next to you.

(my friends thought you were trouble.)

we laughed and you showed me your writing. you told me that you liked to make music, too.

(i don't know if i should have listened to them.)

you didn't think my hobbies were weird. it was raining that day.

(they made everything seem to black and white.)

i like that kind of atmosphere. the rain against the windows always seemed to be paired well with coffee.

(they said they didn't hate you but i could tell they were worried.)

you walked me home, too. it had stopped raining by then.

(i never see you anymore.)

you said it was no trouble, you didn't live far.

(do you still go to that cafe?)

i offered for you to come inside once we got to my house. you politely declined.

(maybe it was too fast.)

we said goodbye, but you texted me shortly after.

(i still have your number saved.)

you made fun of how i was short, but in a loving way.

(loving. caring?)

you made fun of my height, in a caring way.

(caring? teasing?)

you texted me while i was doing my homework. i might have left you on read a couple of times.

(sometimes i get scared ill see you if i go to the cafe. i don't want to be scared.)

sometimes i look at your social media. you got a dog! he's so cute.

(my friends saw you with you dog. you didn't interact, though.)

i don't know if i miss you.

(...)

i don't think you miss me.

(she doesn't miss me.)

i don't think you remember who i am anymore, but i can't stop thinking about the mixtape you gave me.

(i listened to one song.)

i feel the need to ask permission to listen to the rest of the tape.

(you're not that far but i feel as if you've already left town.)

if you want to

(meet me at the cafe)

we can have coffee

(or cake, maybe)

ill buy you some ice cream

(and we can listen to your mixtape together.)

you're not good with words.

and neither am i.

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