We lived three hours away from each other , so what were the odds we could ever meet , so I let myself imagine what it would be like seeing him , being close to him , knowing his scent like the back of my hand , memorizing the number of freckles that garnished his face , I allowed myself to dream because it was impossible to happen , there was no harm in imagining just an impossibility.
That day , I was sending him some pictures of my last summer adventure , telling the story accompanied by each photo , and in the midst of my story telling , he sent one short text , demanding yet desperate , "aren't I ever going to see you?" , I annoyingly replied "were you even listening?", but he insisted "I need to see you".
'Need' , he "needed" to see me , didn't just "want" to see me .
If my heart says yes , isn't the deal already sealed ?
"when , where?" it took me almost ten minutes to pull off writing these two words without collapsing on the ground .
"July , anywhere you'd like as long as i get to see you"
"alright then , but why July? , oh wait never mind i remember" . his birthday is on July 1st.
"that is not why i wanna see you then though" he said , as if he knew what i was thinking .
"then?" i said , clueless .
"you'll know why when you see it"
"ugh see what ?" i was getting vexed .
"just don't ask too many questions , and you'll see"
and just like that , he could tame me with one sentence . how unfair is that ?
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182 Days Of Beautiful Disasters
Storie brevi'Love will always be a game' A wolf in sheep's clothing , for help he cries . A girl with a glass heart, couldn't see his lies . Wolves pry , its in their eyes and she cant save herself , no matter how much she tries PS: all illustrations , includi...
