I see him in snippets.
I catch glimpses of him passing by in the corridor, inevitably followed by candid smiles and bottom lips chewed off.
I hear parts of our conversations repeated in my head, sweet lyrics whispered in his voice piercing through the music spilling out of my headphones.
Flashes of his words inked on the screen of my phone have imprinted themselves on my mind, somehow making my heart flutter even though he himself is intangible, hidden behind a screen.
But snippets are no longer enough. I don't want him in heart-fluttering flashes, I want all of him to satisfy the tugging on my heartstrings and the way my skin screams his name like a fire only he can put out.
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Daisy Chains
Teen Fiction❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry ]
