Him

"What the hell?" I ask, baffled to see him in front of me.

"Nice to see you too, love."
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Him. He was perfect. I could sit and swing my legs on that balcony for hours on end. Talking, just talking. Laughing about the world and how it didn't affect us because what we had was perfect.

But can anything perfect last forever?

Is anything actually perfect?

No.

That's why this doesn't exist.

Nothing perfect can happen.

Because perfect is only a concept. Only a figment of one's imagination. If only one thing in the world could be perfect, I would wish it to be that.

Him. He was gone. I sit and swing my legs on that balcony, hoping to find what I thought was a perfect moment again. I will never get that because the world affects us. It wasn't perfect.

Where a girl's balcony sits right next to the boy next door's.
Cover by: @AshEETee