'Do you like being single?' I asked, staring at the wall, my back facing him when he had come back from the bathroom.
He laid down next to me on the bed, 'It's whatever.'
I had been meaning to ask him this, I just was always afraid of what kind of answer he'd give me. 'I'm sure you enjoy your freedom, though.'
'It's nice to have someone,' he said, his hand finding it's way over mine. His fingers wriggled themselves in between mine.
I start to think to myself if you'd ever ask me to be yours again. I can tell that we both miss each other, it's just a little more complicated than that.
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I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
