after 4 long years, she is back. she thought everything would be the same, she thought he would be the same. so why is he trying to hide. a love story with struggles surrounding it. tears, fear, fights, blood, pleasure, him, her. so young and dumb. that statement couldn't fit better. you can't escape memories, not even the happiest ones. this complex story, shows it. ~~~~ "So what did you tell him?". She picks up her things from the desk. "Fuck you, next". "And what did he say?". "Yes please". ~~~~ "God, you don't even know the first thing about a woman do you?", she sighs. "Well, tell me something I don't know then", he says. "Okay, basics. When God created the man he knew right away he will fuck up the world, that's why God created the woman. So she could prevent that from happening. Now out of my room". ~~~~ "Stereotypes are so stupid". "Why?". "Well, first of all, they think that for just being a blonde you are either a mean girl or stupid". "So?". "So, I'm me. Not a blonde, not a mean girl, not my parents daughter or my brothers sister. I am me, and it sucks, because until they try to get to know me I'll just be a stereotype to them". "Yeah, alright blondie". ~~~~ "Oh, he texted". "What did he text?". "Hey". "Okay, so write it back". "Should I add a heart?". "What? Why?". "He never texted Hey before". "Add a heart and I'll literally throw away your phone". "But-". "You'll seem desperate". "Well I kind of-". "And you're not. Repeat after me". "I am not desperate". "I am not desperatesoikindoftextedhimtheheart-". "Give me your phone!". ~~~~
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