𝐰𝐝𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

solo › d.s.

if i could turn back time,
maybe i could make you mine.

there she was. beautiful, like always. she really looked no different. she was glowing, you could spot her out of the crowd any day. she wore nothing but a sweatshirt, ripped jeans, and her old Vans. she looked amazing.

i remember those Vans. her friend bought them for her for her birthday. she was really pleased with them, almost as pleased as she was with my gift.

who knew that i'd see her again in France. France, of all places in the world.

i didn't know what to do. i had loved her so much. i still love her so much, but i would understand if she didn't love me anymore. we broke up almost a year ago. i should've moved on, right? 

maybe i could walk up and say hi to her. or maybe i could just walk by with a longing look on my face, wearing my heart on my sleeve.

what if i did? what i did say hi? what if she noticed me? maybe we'd notice each other and get caught up in a conversation like we used to. we would laugh and catch up on everything that's been happening. 

does she still think about us like i do?

i guess i could ask, but that include me saying hi. i could ask why we ended us, but that probably wouldn't be the best choice.

but what if she was with someone. what if she found a new guy who's better, and richer, and smarter, and funnier? she'd love him to the day she dies. if she found someone, it'd be wrong to talk to her. maybe i should've just left.

i wished i could stop time. i wished everyone and everything in that moment just froze, and it was only the two of us stuck together, just like when we first met. we'd stare at each other with hope in our eyes, just thinking of all the memories. 

everything would be gone but me and her.

we'd fall and fall and fall for each other all over again. it'd be nice. we'd fall and fall and fall and fall all through the years and the time that we spent with each other. we'd fall until we reached the beginning, and then to where we went wrong.

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i was extremely bored. i guess it had been a nice night and i guess we had a nice time. i don't really know how she felt about it. she was mainly quiet the entire time, only speaking when i asked her a question.

what if she's as depressed? 

what if she's as sad and tired and stressed as i am? i don't let her know the pain i'm going through, i'm always the strong one. and that's okay.

but it was too much. lately, it had been too much. i made that night all about us because i thought that it would be the perfect way to take my mind off things. and it took my mind off things for sure, but it only made me focus on other things.

why was she so distant? she seemed so sad and tired. she seemed like she had given up, but on what? on us? i didn't think so, because otherwise, she would've been gone already. i couldn't find the answer to my questions, and it was something that frustrated me. 

maybe i should drink more.

maybe i should think less.

we weren't alone in the car. there was our driver who was taking us home, and i could tell he was worried from constantly looking at my devastated self.

we sat on different ends of the car. i was on the right and she was on the left. she looked absolutely stunning that night, even if she hadn't tried. her dress fit her perfectly, her hair flowing down her shoulders. she wore my jacket and had it wrapped around her figure.