distant hearts

distant hearts

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the day you left is the day I hope to forget, bitter sweet. leaving me with good memories while also ripping my heart of my chest. "bye" I whispered trying to hold back the tears that where about to spill over "dont say that, its not goodbye, its see ya later" he smiled. I smiled back for his sake, though I was falling appart. I hugged him hard and long taking im every last detail of him as I could, his smell, the way my face fit perfectly into his neck, the way his hands felt on my lower back holding tight, not wanting to let go. we stood there for what seemed like forever. I cried a single tear letting if carress my cheek, he walked me to the front of his neighborhood. we hugged once more and I started to walk home, he stood there and watched me walk away.
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