February 27th, 2016
11:15 pm
"He's not mine," I said. "And I don't ever think he will be."
"And maybe that's a good thing because things are never how you imagine and having expectations only ever sets you up for disappointment."
"But I can't help but wonder what lying in his arms would be like," I said, "I can't help but imagine being close enough to feel his breath on mine and his skin on my skin."
I closed my eyes and felt the wind run its fingers through my hair, and imagined he was beside me.
"He's going to kill me you know," I said out loud, "he's going to commit murder and the worst part is he won't even know it." -Unknown
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