a beautiful disaster, that's what it was.
maybe he liked the way she smiled, or maybe she liked thinking of him when listening to love songs so she could sing.
she was like an art project and he was like an observer- he couldn't touch the art but he could admire it. he could take pictures of it and prance around it, but it was never made for him.
he couldn't have the art. he never could.
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-kat
