imagine falling for someone and then it ending badly on a friday. nursing your broken heart with candy and sad movies over the weekend, only to realise sunday evening that the next morning you’ll have to see him again. falling for a classmate is like that. you see him every day, five days a week. that used to make you so happy, but now it just makes your heart thump anxiously and your forehead gain wrinkle lines only about twenty years early. you don’t know when you’ll see him, only that you could at any moment - and sometimes when you’re turning a corner you look at the wrong place and your eyes fall on him and he is with his new girl and he is laughing so hard at something she said that it tears your heart apart. sometimes you wake up and the sun shines through and you think you’ll be okay. but then you go on your phone and see pictures of him out with his mates, smiling like everything’s all right in the world even though you’re not in his life anymore, and it still hurts. oh god, it still hurts.
falling for a classmate // lily rose.
