You were the one before her. The golden blue boy with his head in the clouds. You were gone, but now you're back. Maybe I can't have the sun, but the sky itself is just as beautiful.
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why?
that was the question wasn't it?
why was this happening
to him?
to me?
to us...
what we had was perfect, maybe not your standards of perfect
no, but perfect to me
and now, it was being taken away from me.