dear diary,
she didn't come back,
and now i often find myself,
staring at the wall,
as i try to find a reasonable explanation,
to why she didn't come back.
she kissed me,
as though it was,
the most normal
thing in the world.
she kisses me, and
then she disappears.
people tell me,
that i'll never see her again,
they speak of her,
as though she never even existed.
but she did, i know that for a fact because i'm not stupid and i can still smell vanilla and coconut everywhere i go. i still taste cherry on my lips and i still blush like a fucking schoolgirl, though i hate that metaphor, every time someone mentions her. but she didn't exist, she's gone.
but she did, and i miss her.
and i miss how the smell of vanilla and coconut lingered in the air as she walked past. and i miss how her eyes would sparkle, even when hundreds of pairs of eyes were judging her. and i miss how she didn't care about the colour of the skin, nor did she care about mine when she complimented my skin tone in year seven. and i miss her smile. and the way she laughed.
and i miss the half of my heart that she took away with her.
jade x
