the moonset is on the horizon

I could say a few words just loosely describing my hatred for you. Or, I can just choose to shut up, and let all of my words drown along the outpour of my thoughts. But, doing either of those two are so boring, because they're so... me.
So, what if I lean in and kiss you? Pull you close to my heated body, and let my arms wrap around your whole lovable existence. But there's no certainty that you'll be reciprocating my kiss, I could imagine you pushing me away, slapping me, your cheek turning wet from the tear that just rolled down from your eyes. Or perhaps, if you feel the same way-what are the odds if you do, you'll welcome my lips, your hands gripping my hair with just the right amount of force, pulling me close to your face, letting my arms wrap around you, as the world stops around us, and we both lose ourselves in this moment.
If it's you, you'd probably choose another option, wherein we don't meet, or see each other in the eye, or even pass by each other, or just, never exist in each other's timeline at all.
I do not absolutely understand why she despises me so. All I ever did was...

Love her.

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a collection of stories

ps. Im practicing my writing skills with these short one-shots, sometimes you won't get something good out of my stories, and sometimes they won't be in english