I know when he looks at you in the halls, your knees still go weak. I know that when he first said your name, your eyes never stopped burning. And God.. I know that whenever he kissed you he started a fire in your mouth. But he's not yours anymore. He hasn't been for months.
-Things I've been telling myself ever since you left.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpt from a Book I will Never Write
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