the next few days, i laid in bed, thinking of what i could've done to make you stay.
to make you be mine again.
remembering all of the smiles we shared.
hoping that you'd knock on my door telling me it was just one sick joke.
or pinching myself, hoping it was all a dream.
but it wasn't a dream.
it was reality.
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the things i've never told you
Teen Fictionhere are a few things i just never told you.
