When we got to school and into our shared quad, you automatically separated with me. I walked quietly behind you and went to the group of people next to your group, but then I felt the tears already rising, on the brink of falling. In an attempt to keep it in until I got to the bathroom, I sped walked past you, secretly hoping I would get your attention - that you would notice your girlfriend was crying - and follow me. But no. You didn't. You didn't even glance at me as I walked past, my vision blurring. With each step I took after I walked past you, I felt my heart breaking more and more, leaving so many shattered pieces behind. Before I even entered the bathroom, my tears had already fell and I rushed into one of the toilets, ripping my bag open and finding my scissors.
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My Love With You
Storie d'amore"Maybe I was just desperate to get into a relationship. It was the first time somebody had liked me and considered dating me. The problem was that I liked you back. Perhaps, I was a simple game to you. I now spend nights wondering what it was that I...
