a story about me (and you)

the fifth

to him,

i went out with you and some of our friends today. they don't seem to understand that we shouldn't even be in the same room.

i looked like a wreck.

it seems my concealer doesn't really have the ability to hide the dark circles caused by staying up, staring at the moon and thinking about you.

we went back to the cinema where it all began. do you remember? the first time you held my hand?

it was different this time though, now we sat at opposite sides of the row.

despite you being right there, we didn't speak.

but as i stepped into the train, you looked me in the eyes for the first time in so, so long.

the way you smiled at me, it was like nothing had changed.

for a moment, i almost believed it.

and then the train doors closed

and you faded away into nothing but a memory.

isn't it funny how even after so long, you still have the same effect on me?

with love,

c