The Idea Of You | On Hold

synopsis

i looked over my shoulders to the comfy place i'd rather be almost always. the place where you were sitting, your hands tucked under each other in an embrace, with your head wrapped in that blue hoodie i would always love to smell.

you took a glance at me, wondering what i was searching for, when all i could think of was ruffling that shaggy head of yours and just breathe. the same air as you. it is not too much to ask i guess but somehow it was.

i turned around with your image plastered in front of my eyes, in the board where the teacher kept on writing something. your eyes were probably everywhere but on the back of my head wishing i'd turn back again. so i didn't.

the soft stillness of comfort i felt, wrapped in your arms, started coming back as nostalgia tumbled down from my heart to the pit of my stomach and i started getting all goofy again. but there's no comfort in feeling nostalgic for something that never was. we never were.

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