We were just kids when we fell in love

with all this wasted love, I mean. we can continue being backseat lovers, continue watching the night sky and wishing for better times to lie ahead of us. are we going to consist of more than formidable conversations between shadows and seasonal kisses? whatever we’ll be, I will always look at the stars, desperately hoping to find a piece of me and you within them. and I will never stop holding my breath out of fear that when I exhale, a little bit of your love could leave. maybe next time, all drunk and sentimental, I will confess how I’ve seen all the planets and stars but still, the definition of beauty is you, my love.

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the moment they first see each other and all the feelings rushing to the surface… mainly the feeling of “i would literally rather die than see this person right now.”

“i just want a friendly chat.” “you know it’s going to be way heavier than just a friendly chat. i can’t do that again.”

“i want you to be in my life again. but more than that, i want you to want to be in it.”

one pretends not to remember the other one and it’s like

“you don’t remember me? at all? did i mean anything to you?”

“get coffee with me. please. just coffee.” “are you asking me or telling me?”

“oh! hi!!!!…… funny seeing you here.” “i saw you run away from me in the coffee aisle two minutes ago, name.”

“it was high school. it wasn’t that serious.” “it was serious to me.”

“will you forgive me?”

“i’m gonna be honest and i’ve been keeping it to myself because i didn’t want to scare you off again. i really loved you. and i still do.”

“i don’t want you to hurt me again.” “i was immature before. please.”

“it didn’t work out the first time. i’m scared, you know?” “but we’ve both come so far since the first time. we’re not kids anymore, name.”

what if it’s just unrequited? what if one truly has moved on and the other is left in the dust?

“i missed you.”

Growing up would have ruined everything good between us

But childhood, is what remains deepest in our memory, its pains, scars and everything is kept deep in your mind. Some forget it, some do not, some have to forget but some can not forget, some do not have to forget but are forced, some keep their childhood in one tattoo, only one small tattoo and a necklace…

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This is small fragment from my story, which I have written for wattpad. I’ll link it if you want, when I’ll finish 💕

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