petals
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Last published Mon, Apr 16, 2018
I remember those nights, and I wonder if she does too.
I haven't seen her since 2013. I'm used to not being with her but at the same time all I physically need is her.
Sometimes I look back at the Polaroids of us, and realise how the petals fell in perfect shapes.
Yesterday I got the invite to her wedding in the mail. She's marrying the boy of her dreams.
I'm marrying the memory that was us.
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