i snuck your present in your locker this morning. i left it without any trace of me, leaving the possibility of anyone getting it for you, open. although when you opened it, i could tell you were uneasy. i had written a poem for you, about all the reasons i love you. it had no meaning now. i had it framed, ready to be on display, and now it held no meaning to anyone but myself, which didn't get me far. your eyes moved quickly over the words, glazing over with tears. i didn't know why though. and before i knew it, you ran out the door, leaving me in a mirror state to you.
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forgotten
Short Storyremember me, because we were each other's everything. and all of me is missing, because you keep on tripping. so come back, and please don't let your memory lack. i love you. don't forget you once said you love me too. [#255 short story: 5/9...
