you and me, we're two souls craving the love we'll never get.
we're like magnets of the same pole, never attracting each other.
we met in line at lunch,both distracted by our own thoughts.
our shoulders touched, and even though our hands didn't interlock, my heart still beat in the same pace as when our hands did.
faster and faster
joji,did you even realise our shoulders were touching?
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.was i just fantasizing or did you glance at me when we walked pass each other?
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was i daydreaming or did you often stare at me during lunch?
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was i hallucinating when i saw you denying her offer to get back together?
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every single part of my body wish i wasnt,but then again, it was probably my own mind playing pretend with me.
YOU ARE READING
p r e t e n d | Joji
Roman d'amourbecause there's always an "end" to every single game of pretend. ps. written in wannabe aesthetic style.