It's scary to find someone that makes you happy. You start giving them all of your attention because they're what makes you forget about everything bad that's going on in your life. They're the first person you want to talk to in the morning and the last one before you sleep just so you can start and end your day with a smile. It all sounds great to have that someone but it's scary to think about how easily they could just leave and take that happiness away when they go.
But it's even harder when they don't know you exist. When you're just another face in the crowd of fans. That was their relationship. Nothing more, nothing less.
He probably wouldn't think twice if he saw her on the street. She was overweight, not very pretty, and he was the exact opposite: a hot, talented, tattooed bassist with some pretty nice arms.
And yet she still wanted all of those things and more with him. He made her happy. Made her willing to keep living, but she knew they'd never meet or have what she wanted and that made her more sad than anything else.
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\\Short Stories//
Poetryjust a bunch of random things i write. updated whenever something new pops in my head.
