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what's wrong with us?

why are we both wishing for things we know we could never have?

why are you wishing for her lovely feelings,

and why am i wishing for all of you.

darling, i'm guessing that everybody is thesame in the end.

we all want things we can't have.

just like how i can't have the whole world in my hands.

just like how you can't have the stars in your eyes.

i sat beside you at lunch, and i know. bold of me.

but i didn't know anything about you and her.

i know that i wanted to comfort you.

but maybe more than that.

honey, why were you covered in your hoodie? i always wanted to see your eyes looking directly to mine.

why did you stay silent when i said 'hello?'

"hey, gabe."

"go away, avery."

but my gabriel, why did that tone sounded like you wanted the opposite? for a moment there it seemed like you spoke words of a metaphor.

but ofcourse, i can always give you a poem of similes.

maybe it was because of my stubborness that i ended up pretending i didn't hear you. maybe it was because i loved you too much to let you face the pain alone.

you knew she didn't love you, did you?

i know that too. infact, she knew that herself. the only question is why she lingered on you longer than she should've? and why did you, the playboy, play along?

let's say it was her fault.

everyone said it actually was, for being drunk and making out with your bestfriend, dane.

but i know your thoughts better than you do,

it was your fault for allowing yourself to fall.

love, if i were there,

i would not just lay in your arms for the whole eternity, but i would catch you too. even if my life is taken, just not your smile.

"i said go away, avery!"

i could have flinched and got hurt, but i didn't.

i know how heart break affects people. been there done that, i wish i could tell you that.

"it's not easy to have your heart broken, isn't it gabe?"

that phrase made you the stiffest statue alive.

i looked at you and saw the redness of your puffy eyes, yet they never failed to captivate me from looking at those stormy eyes.

"it's not like you would understand, avery."

but trust me and believe me my dearest, oh, how i've understood that feeling ever since you stopped being friends with me.

oh dear, my love, if only you knew.

Forever and Always,

The heartbroken girl.

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