December 2010
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ways in which we could have ended up together
Summer. We’d be on another escapade, maybe at a park, or the mall parking lot, or on your rooftop waiting for the sunset. It wasn’t so much about the adventure than it was being with you and listening to the music and the silence and the beat of your heart next to mine.
Winter. We’d be together. It would be cold (dreadfully so) and I’d forget to bring a jacket so you’d offer me your sweater....
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missed chances
You and I, that’s what we are now. We’re full of missed flights, wrong timings, moments gone unnoticed and chances not taken.
Maybe that’s our story, of how our lives could never be attuned with one another. It was not on purpose; it just was.
But maybe that’s how our story starts out: how we overcame the seemingly impossible and fall into each other. Maybe we could be something. In this...
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unsure
I sigh as I lean back in the seat, elbow on the armrest and chin cupped in my hand. I watch the world of buildings and trees go by. It feels like the longest car ride ever taken.
I don’t know if anyone else is bothered by the awkward silence. It seems that it doesn’t matter, seeing as we each have a window to look out of. I am sure their lips are pursed as stormy thoughts cloud their minds.
I...
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unfixable
I can’t be sure how much longer it will be before I tell you that this isn’t working out and it has to end. No, to be honest it’s been this way forever; we were doomed from the start, I who held on for all the wrong reasons, and you who could only appreciate things once they were beyond your grasp.
And standing next to you sickens me as we try to hail a cab to get home, because I want to find...
cocky
You narrow your eyes. His plaid shirt is the only thing sincere about him.
His hands slide around her waist. He’s smiling and whispering into her ear. You know that it’s the same things he once whispered to you and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. It’s the same thing, over and over again.
It never meant anything to him. He of the plastic smiles and glass eyes. It was all smoke and mirrors....