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it seemed foolish, childish, even, for me to cling so hopelessly to the hope that you would love me in return.
the ghost of your touch lingers on my skin, a constant reminder of the fact that i can’t call you mine. the ghost of your smile lingers stubbornly, an image i simply can’t forget.
but no matter how much i want to let go of these things that i feel, i can’t. i don’t want you to leave me, and yet i don’t want you to stay.
i really don’t want to hurt anymore.
you reach down, slowly, gently, to grasp my hand in yours; a warm and comforting blanket that pooled fire around my cheeks.
it’s gonna be winter soon. you said, squeezing my hand. remember to bring your gloves out.
cold air kissed the bridge of my nose, and i scrunched it up instinctively, looking up at you. thanks. if i can remember.
your smile widened, chocolate orbs chained. i’ll text you first thing in the morning.
i tucked a strand of chestnut behind my left ear, cheeks red and fingertips grazed by the chill, and i was reminded of your warmth when your hand tightened around mine.
you won’t forget then, right? your eyes disappeared in the depth of your enchanting smile.
it was on days like this that i didn’t mind so much. days like this hurt less, but begin to hurt much more once they’ve passed.
