Love, 19

Love, 19

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Hey, it's me, 19. I know you are thinking of me. There are so many reasons for that, but I'm sure it's temporary. You'll outgrow me, and have someone else in mind. So, please, let me be selfish this time and let me remind you of me, perhaps for an eternity. Speak of me everywhere you go, even when I was unkind to you. But please don't erase me from your mind. So with little letters and big words, I'll document for you to read. And when I'll be watching from the left corner, you'll still have me in mind. Love, 19
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I was just thinking. I swear. But maybe my mind over thought. It's weird that everything can seem so simple, straight forward. Black and white. Two colors. So obvious. So there. Him and Her. Two people. So obvious. So there. But once you add gray, things get kind of complicated. Then you add color. And it's a wonderfully complicated bright world. She's two in one. The storm and the shade. No one ever stops to thank the storm for shading them from what's above it. What if the sun was too strong, too powerful that day and the storm came along just to protect us all from it? It was this epic battle between the two and the storm was hurting and it cased all this damage to the earth. No one thanks the storm for its sacrifice when it finally loses the battle and the sun shows its smug face. We all hate the storm for the disaster it created and praise the sun, when the storm just wanted to protect us. The storm and the shade. She's the storm and the shade. She's the chaos and the calm. Only I can't see the chaos. Not fully. She's keeping it all inside. All I see is the calm. I can tell though. I can tell there's chaos. I just can't see it. It's not so black and white. It's not a simple boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. It never was. But I like her. I do. The storm and the shade.

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