*jotted on a clean page of a notebook*
do you remember the day we first met? because i do. i think about it so often, i'm not even sure if it it was real. you were so beautiful, standing there holding a beer. taking a sip every thirty seconds or so. continuously making a face, that showed you hated the way it tasted. i wondered the entire night why you kept going for a second, a third, a fourth beer. wondering if you would ever get used to the taste. so i asked you:
"if you dislike the taste, why do you keep going for more?"
YOU ARE READING
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General Fictionyou were my world. you were my rock. but it wasn't until I met her, that I truly understood what love and forever meant. lowercase intended. cover by guyswithguitars. unpublished work © 2015 jae stanford.
