Spain,
Ive known you since 7th grade. Your man bun was the cutest thing ever, and i became friends with you afterwards. We met, talked, and were even called twins. Thats how we became closer. We finally got to the end of 8th grade year. I said i liked you, and you silently walked back to your house. Not saying a word. I thought i fid something wrong. I mean you were the sweetest thing ever. You let me sleep on your shoulder after long nights of no sleeping, and you always gave me a hug in the morning. I walked back to the bus stop the next morning, scared you would ignore me. But..you asked me out, right there and then. I was estatic. I remeber telling everybody on the bleachers that morning. Everything was perfect. I remember laying my head on your lap afterschool because our bus was late. I remember pointing out clouds in the sky, and you making weird shapes from them. But agian...everything changed. After i went to highschool, i couldnt see you or talk to you anymore. So we figured out a plan. I remember that red bike you used to ride to my house just for a hug or a kiss. It was great. But one day i felt so overwhelmed, i didnt know what i was doing. I told you we didnt have enough time together, and you agreed. We silently split. Leaving eachothers arms. 2 weeks passed and you were already with someone else. Already telling them i love you. And my heart broken agian. Those words were meant for me. I was coming back to tell you i regretted it. But you already moved on. I still love you Spain.
Love,
Your foriegn twin
