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I held on for so long because it was something
I was feeling something
It was different then the dull pulsing of a beating heart at a glance
I wanted to keep the thump of excitement in my soul
And held onto the thing without a name
christening it love
Turns out
All you really were to me
Was
A friend
All I needed.
All I need.
All I want.
All I can't have.
All I gave away.
All I messed up.
All I doubt.
All I don't feel.
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet
Historia Corta*this was written a long time ago. Doesn't apply anymore A short story ~~~~~~~~~~~~ A girl's experience with falling in love with her best friend, written very vaguely, but with enough flowy sentences to pass as a short story.
